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I saw you, oh majestic Wolf Moon,. Full as a saucer of white light,. Shining thru the windows this night,. I hear your companions in the forest,. Wolf Clan gathering in song,. In solitude one stands outside my door,. I hear it's call,. I know not what it wants,. For I am absence of food,. And only a remembrance of fire in this cabin,. Oh Wolf Moon, you light shines bright,. I hear the Wolf Clan's call. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). More of my family. THOSE THAT RAISED ME.

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Ode to Uncle Ellis. Are the pines,. They sway to summer winds,. Storms surely are brewing out on the gulf,. Thou, these oxen still have to carry,. Drive them to the tram,. Carried to the Sabine, to mill,. Pulling the cypress that has fallen,. Sawn by two half bred men,. Suriving off the land,. The only thing to do. But the evening of the day,. Make it back to the farm, to stay,. Put the oxen in the yard,. Till tomorows new day,. Coming thru the pines,. Smell of the foods arises,. Is starting to cloud up,.

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STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT. Stars flicker thru the high loft of clouds. Beckon us onward, as this is our journey,. Across plains we have traveled,. From far distant shores,. We emigrants to a new land,. Far from Erin’s mighty shore,. Sailors of water, as we sailors of land,. With gusts of wind at every command,. Point our schooners tongue to the Northern Star,. Which we spot, with effort. With banjos and fiddles,. A reel or a jig, the children’s laughter,. We see, thru the nights light,. Links to this post.

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STARS FLICKER, OUR FLIGHT. Stars flicker thru the high loft of clouds. Beckon us onward, as this is our journey,. Across plains we have traveled,. From far distant shores,. We emigrants to a new land,. Far from Erin’s mighty shore,. Sailors of water, as we sailors of land,. With gusts of wind at every command,. Point our schooners tongue to the Northern Star,. Which we spot, with effort. With banjos and fiddles,. A reel or a jig, the children’s laughter,. We see, thru the nights light,. More of my family.

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BY THE RIVER MERCED. From two distant plains,. Two birds did appear,. Gracefully they lit upon a dogwood branch,. There by a spring, which waters flowed,. Into the river Merced. There upon this flowering branch,. Where they took their rest,. And in their loving Spanish tongue, they sang,. Their song rose above the rest,. There by the river Merced. Their song was not of sorrows,. But sang of hope and light,. Their voices raised for justice,. There by the spring, which waters flowed,. Into the river Merced.

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Cowboys never die,. For they gather,. At the end of January every year,. There they do go to ELKO,. Walking frozen Idaho street,. All together in song. Singing in coyote harmony,. To Riders in the Sky,. With dreams of being,. Celloid Cowboy Stars,. Up on the big screen,. And not, pulling calves,. On a Sunday eve,. Nor fixing some gate,. That a bull charged thru,. Nor blowing a tire on a dirt road,. Forty miles from town,. With supplies for the next month,. Oh, Riders, Sing to us this night,.

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Music of the world. Nakai*Eaton*Clipman*Nawang – In A Distant Place. RCarlos Nakai * William Eaton * Bill Clipman * Nawang Khechog. In A Distant Place. FLAC EAC TEST and COPY LOG and CUE 01:09:10 mins 2000 319 MB. The sweet voices of the Native American flutes of R. Carlos Nakai and the Tibetan flutes of Nawang Khechog blend together against the rich sonic palette created by the magical harp guitar, lyre and spiral clef guitar of William Eaton and the pulsing world beat percussion of Will Clipman. 2002 &...

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Cal Koat , Vancouver CANADA (March 2012 review). Http:/ www.worldbeatinternational.com/index.php? Eclecticism is not a term normally associated with the blues. But the music of Ramon Taranco is about as far removed from roadhouse 12 Bar as you can get. Not that the veteran guitar teacher, global music presenter, adjudicator and facilitator would ever distance himself from the pure roots of the blues. His first disc, Music From The Bermuda Triangle began the process of reconnecting the lost links to the b...