Right, I'll put my Serious Hat on now....

Some words for Ian Anderson and all those who feel the music belongs to them alone.

They are words are from a Singer Songwriter, who writes some of the most beautiful new folk songs we have in this country. A man whose songs are dearly loved by Mike Harding, yet seemingly shunned by fRoots.

Beauty, Gentleness and Dignity from Reg Meuross with his inspirational song:

Reg Meuross myspace page - 'For The Seeds of Love' (scroll down to the last song)

'For The Seeds of Love' by Reg Meuross

"In the cathedral of the trees
Beneath a starry sky
Where every light looking down
On the kingdom of the clowns
Is an ancestral eye

And the whispers on the breeze
Are the voices of my race
And the man in the moon
Who sings an ancient tune
Has my grandfather's face

Crack the ice upon the lake
Sing the songs of yesterday
All the stories written then
Will be written out again
In a more familiar way

I sit and watch the children play
Kicking up my childhood dirt
My mother's voice in dust remains
And the blood within these veins
Stained my grandfather's shirt

And you who hold the seeds of love
From the gardener's hand
Songs of love written then will be written out again
For new hearts to understand

My father's breath against the frost
The scent of apples from our tree
Bittersweet the taste of youth
On my lips these are the truth
Of the song i sing to thee

Find the nest steal the egg
Until I know my right from wrong
Now the bird is on the wing
And the melody she sings
Is my grandfather's song

You who would protect the seeds
That are not yours to own
A selfishly protected root
Bears only bitter fruit
Let the seeds be sown

With your self-appointed trust
Look, your hands are full of dust
Let the seeds be sown."