"...you do have quite an exceptional gift in all your songs for tapping into something very primal and central about the human experience … Something very poignant and haunting in what you bring to the table … A troubador in the full meaning of the word … Big Fan here !" - Brian Grantham
I burned the bridge
To my affection
Hid my heart
In a veil of pride
At the waters edge
Saw my reflection
Sat on the shore
And cried
Sing me a song as old as sorrow
Paint me a room with a mountain view
Write my name on the walls of this valley
And I'll return before I'm through
I felt a hand
Upon my shoulder
I turned to see
Him lame and blind
His words to me
Were sweet and sober
"We live on love
And borrowed time"
Sing me a song as old as sorrow
Paint me a room with a mountain view
Write my name on the walls of this valley
And I'll return before I'm through
I fed bread
To the hungry
And cared for
The widows plight
Then two men
With no country
Shot me down
One cold cold night
Sing me a song as old as sorrow
Paint me a room with a mountain view
Bury me in the depths of this valley
And I'll return before I'm through