The boatman is waiting to sail me away
These aching hands have worked me through another day
But I hear a tremble in our northern sky
And like the wind that shakes the valley I will fly
Ferry me over
ferry me on
Ferry me over
ferry me on
Dougie MacLean
Long Island, the home I Love.
I shall think about her, and my family left behind,
all the time.
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June 22/11-6:57PM - My chops and ear are very good these days, and I have come up with a couple of new ideas for the banjo. One is an accompaniment and/or rendition to DM's Caledonia above.
Also one that goes with a Loreena McKennitt number. Very Middle Eastern, and it feels freaking great, like getting something off my chest that I have held for a long time.
All dedicated to HER of course.
And one last thing for this Post to HER, at 2:27:
Beautiful
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To Me Lady, Her:
Sleep Well Tonight, and maybe sometimes think of me, a poor beggar in Love.
Waves of silk and remonstrance are thy tresses.
