tonight some red eyed wireton girl lies staring at the wall...that her lover's gone into the white squall...

stan rogers

a year went by from the time i met you ...and I made you mine at the roseville fair...

bill staines

Some may leave money from a lifetime of saving, some just their names on a marble stone. It's not what you leave, it's the joy of remembering and all I can leave you is a handful of songs.

jerry rasmussen