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Had to sing this as a Pipe band wants the main melody to have a crack at it. In C
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
Charts
#9,302 today Peak #97
#353 in subgenre Peak #8
Author
Graham Henderson
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Graham Henderson APRA
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November 21, 2005
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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LINGERING SPIRIT ©Graham Henderson 2001 She sits by a window. That faces the sea. A wee ragged tyke. Held on her soft knee. She scans the dim line. ‘Tween sea and the sky. The quickness of dark. Bringing fear to her eye. For, somewhere out there. Her Captain toils. As storm clouds thicken. And, wild sea boils. He’s fighting the sea, ‘neath wavering mast. While she wrestles fears. Her face cannot mask. She worries the ear, of the dog, in her plight. As she keeps her vigil. throughout the night. Then in the morning. In front of a gale. She sees on the water. A white patch of sail. And slowly the fear, of the night leaves her face. Leaving only relief. And love, in its place. This scene is repeated. Throughout the years. In a house that is hame to. A woman’s fears. Storms that bring. Deep dread to her heart. Slowly are breaking. Her sanct’ry apart. Stone and mortar. Putty and clay. Are with every storm. Washed, unseen away. To flow in streams. To swirl ‘round and ‘round. And then, to settle, back into, the ground. And, stock now stand. Warm, in the lea. Of a wall, with a window. That faces the sea. Lingering spirit, It’s a comfort to dream By a wall with a window. That faces the sea. Lingering spirit, It’s a comfort to dream By a wall with a window. That faces the sea.
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