Doc Watson/David Holt: "Shady Grove"
2007 Philadelphia Folk Festival
let there be songs to fill the air
4/07/07
Ferneham Hall, Fareham, England
come from the window, let's climb the stairs
all of my sorrows are none of your cares
while life is in us, let's love all we can
i'll be your woman. you'll be my man
kiss me and i might
put on my white dress
if you'll take me dancing tonight
the night's in your face
the sky's in your eyes
the day's in my arms
when you're by my side
whenever you're weary
i'll sing you a song
whenever you're lonely
i'll show you you're wrong
--dave swarbrick (from "white dress")
i used to walk around with my eyes on fire
my nerves real close to my skin
i had a fistful of questions and a brand on my cheek
we would skate where the ice got thin
and the smoke blowing down from a cabin on a hilltop
the smoke blowing down in the street
some kind of sweet-smelling mystical backdrop
to the story unfolding at my feet
there's an edge to the twist of an acrobat in the air
there's an edge to the twist of the knife
there's a hard heart of darkness hovering there
just around the corner from life
and i have no answers
i've got no patented path to set you free
besides i wouldn't know where you wanted to go
and it's probably not the same place as me
now there's a thousand roads up this mountain
you can get lost in a minute if you try
and it's probably enough that i was just laughing today
looking this close in your eye
Blackstaff Sessions,
BBC Northern Ireland
2006
she stepped away from me
and she moved through the fair
and fondly i watched her
move here and move there
then she went her way homeward
with but one star awake
as the swan in the evening
moves over the lake
Philadelphia Folk Festival
2006
i hear that lonesome train
i love to hear the whistle blow
she's taking the sun, leaving the rain
and making me want to go
Queen's Hall,
Edinburgh, Scotland
4/20/07
that wind's gonna blow tomorrow
just like it blows today
someday soon when your bones turn to dust
that wind's gonna blow you away
Sarzana International Acoustic Meeting,
Liguria, Italy
5/24/08
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
--Leopold Stokowski
San Diego, Ca.
4/17/08
it's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
my poor feet have travelled a hot dusty road
out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled
and your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold
--woody guthrie (from "pastures of plenty ")
with Chris Miller
Town Crier, Pawling, N.Y.
4/30/05
When I go, I leave no trace.
--Everett Ruess
There are two types of folk music:
quiet folk music and loud folk music.
I play both.
--Dave Alvin