"Downstairs, no one is waking
though the clock on the wall says a quarter to eight
And the banjo and fiddle still lean by the wall
With tunes of their own that just wait to be played
And it's almost like being back home"

A verse written the morning after a recording session at Sandy and Caroline Paton's. Sometimes it does seem like there are sons waiting to be played or sung that have not yet been released. Sometimes it feels like we're trying to remembe a song as we write it.

Jerry