The Otherworld

Shasta: in Her Glory - July

                                                                   Mt. Ashland - March

June and Wizard Island - My new home. It's quite secluded...

The Rogue

In Derry Vale, beside the singing river,

so oft' I strayed, ah, many years ago,

and culled at morn the golden daffodillies

that came with spring to set the world aglow.

Oh, Derry Vale, my thoughts are ever turning

to your broad stream and fairy-circled lee.

For your green isles my exiled heart is yearning,

so far away across the sea.

In Derry Vale, amid the Foyle's dark waters,

the salmon leap, beside the surging weir.

The seabirds call, I still can hear them calling

in night's long dreams of those so dear.

Oh, tarrying years, fly faster, ever faster,

I long to see that vale belov'd so well,

I long to know that I am not forgotten,

And there in home in peace to dwell.

Wildwood Flowers: Shooting Stars - Cathedral Hills in spring

                                                           

The Coming of the Saucers
(from my window)

Creeks run down along tree line to the raging Rogue

Fall...at last.

Philosopher's Stone: Van Morrison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrsq1werkfs

Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone

I'm still searching for, searching for my home

Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road

And my head is aching and my hands are cold

And I'm looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds

And I'm searching for and

I'm searching for the philosopher's stone

And it's a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o

When my job is turning lead into gold

Was born in the back streets, born in the back streets Jelly Roll

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for

The philosopher's stone

Can you hear that engine

Woah can you hear that engine drone

Well I'm on the road again and I'm searching for

Searching for the philosopher's stone

Up in the morning, up in the morning

When the streets are white with snow

It's a hard road, it's a hard road daddy-o

Up in the morning, up in the morning

Out on the job

Well you've got me searching for

Searching for, the philosopher's stone

Even my best friends, even my best friends they don't know

That my job is turning lead into gold

When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone

I'm on the road again and I'm searching for the philosopher's stone

It's a hard road even my best friends they don't know

And I'm searching for, searching for the philosopher's stone

CLICK LINK TO WATCH LISTEN:

Philosopher's Stone: Van Morrison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrsq1werkfs

 

In Tall Buildings

Nobody Knows What You Do
Banjo Tuned E  Key of D Capo 2

 

   D        G              D

Someday, baby, when I am a man,
        G              D
and other's have taught me
     D              A
the best that they can
    D             G
they'll sell me a suit
                D
and cut off my hair
        G                  D          
and send me to work in tall buildings

           G             D

and it's goodbye to the sunshine
     G          D
goodbye to the dew
     D            A
goodbye to the flowers
    D           G
and goodbye to you
                D
I'm off to the subway
               G
I must not be late
                     D
going to work in tall buildings    

    G        D

now when I retire
     G            D
and my life is my own
   D               A
I made all the payments
    D            G
it's time to go home
                  D
and wonder what happened
               G
betwixt and between
                            D
when I went to work in tall buildings
 
           G                D
and it's goodbye to the sunshine
    G          D
goodbye to the dew
  G              A
goodbye to the flowers
    D           G
and goodbye to you
                D
I'm off to the subway
              G
I mustn't be late
                       D
going to work in tall buildings

 

 

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Gregory Alan Isakov on the Cornwall stop of his European Tour. Here he is performing the John Hartford cover, In Tall buildings... in an old, water filled quarry near Halvasso.

 

CLICK on link below: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymfcEcoIcXE

 

 

all photos in blog by Anne Oaks Bowen