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Music by H.J. Gauntlett, words by Mrs. C.F Alexander,  published in 1848.   Alexander was an Anglican bishop’s wife who wrote poems and hymns for the children she worked with throughout Ireland.  I've long loved this melody, and have dropped the verses that seemed a bit harsh in their call for childhood obedience to Victorian standards of behavior.  

Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed
Where a mother laid her Baby
In a manger for His bed:
Mary was that mother mild
Jesus Christ her little Child.

He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord of all
And His shelter was a stable
And His cradle was a stall;
With the poor, and mean, and lowly
Lived on earth our Savior holy.

When  our eyes at last shall see Him
Through His own redeeming love
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.

Zig – guitar  Geoff – bass, harmony
David Crossland – harmony



This melody is based on a 16th century Swedish song in celebration of spring. I love the vivid dialogue and the message of generosity in this lyric written by John Mason Neale in 1853.

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen
When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight gathering winter fuel

“Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know’st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?  Where and what his dwelling?”
“Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence by St. Agnes’ fountain”

“Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear him thither”
Page and monarch forth they went, forth they went together
Through the rude wind’s wild lament and the bitter weather

“Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how I can go no longer”
“Mark my footsteps my good page, tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter’s rage freeze thy blood less coldly”

In his master’s steps he trod where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed
Therefore Christian men be sure, wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor shall yourselves find blessing

Zig – guitar    Geoff – bass, percussion
Adam Frehm – dobro  David Crossland – harmony



Words and music by Diane Zeigler 2004 Zigsongs (BMI).  I had to try my hand at a song for the season…thanks to Nick and Cornelia Emlen for watching the kids so I could write this, and to our neighbor Andy Penniman for turning off his lawn mower so I could record it!

When the snowfall lays her cover
The silence can pull you under
And that shroud can make you wonder
How you’ll make it through
But on a night so cold and long
I know how a heart stays strong
You can travel all the earth
To find out what a place is worth

Chorus:    Where would you rather see
Snow on the evergreen
Softly and tenderly falling down
Songs on the solstice sing
Prayers for the traveling
Ever returning to December in Vermont

See the blazing yule before us
Strike a harp and join the chorus
But do you see the folly
When everywhere the sounds implore us
To deck the halls and ring the bells
Calling everyone to buy and sell
But through the crowd and through the noise
May you know a greater joy  (chorus)

Zig – guitar  Geoff – bass, 2nd guitar, harmony
Adam Frehm – dobro
David Crossland – harmony



With the exception of “December in Vermont, this is the only song we recorded that is not in the public domain; lyrics aren’t included here to avoid additional licensing fees.  This was written in 1962 by Noel Regney and Gloria Shayne.  Regney died in 2002; he was an arranger and conductor commissioned to write a Christmas song for the B side of a single that was expected to be a hit; this song became more successful that anyone imagined.  Here’s an excerpt from his obituary that gives some context to this song’s genesis: “‘This is my chance to write a Christmas song for myself,’  Mr. Regney later recalled thinking at the time. “I had thought I’d never write a Christmas song; Christmas had become so commercial. But this was the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. In the studio, the producer was listening to the radio to see if we had been obliterated. Walking home to my apartment on East 52nd Street, I saw two mothers with their babies in strollers. The babies were looking at each other and smiling, and all of a sudden, my mood was extraordinary.’  He sat down, wrote the lyrics and handed them to his wife, who wrote the tune.”  

Zig – guitar  Geoff – bass, electric guitar, percussion BACK TO TOP OF PAGE


While driving home from a show in Boston one night, it occurred to me that these songs all share similar chord progressions and haunting melodies, and I was curious to see how they would fit within the context of a medley.   We Three Kings Of Orient Are was written in 1857 by church music instructor John Henry Hopkins for a Christmas pageant he produced at  the General Theological Seminary in New York City.  O Come O Come Emmanuel dates back to medieval times. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen was first published in 1827 in England but is probably much older.   Riu Riu Chiu  dates back to 16th century Spain, and concerns a nightingale, a river, and the Christmas story…in this version I cover the chorus only; listen to Bruce Cockburn’s lovely  album “Christmas” for the complete song.

We three kings of orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star
O, Star of wonder, star of night
Star of royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light

O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high
And order all things far and nigh
To us the path of knowledge show
And cause us in her ways to go
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy…

In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy…

Riu riu chiu, la guarda ribera
Dios guarde el lobo de nuestra cordera (2x)

Zig – guitar & vocals
Geoff – bass, percussion, electric guitar, backing vocals
Adam Frehm – lap steel



I first heard Peter, Paul and Mary’s interpretation of this song as a child.  A friend asked me to consider recording it for this project, and in researching it I became fascinated by the song’s rich history in folklore.  The earliest versions that I could find date back to 16th century, and as with the best folk songs, adaptations are numerous.  I have pulled together the following lyric from both Appalachian and European sources, and have made a few changes here and there.     I love how this song explores timeless themes of faithfulness and infidelity, sexuality and childbirth, the protective instinct that children show for their mothers, and the fears women have always had for their unborn children.  It’s always thrilling to find a song so old that still rings true.   My favorite verse is the one where Mary ignores Joseph’s accusations and instead seems to tease him by flaunting her newfound powers as a pregnant woman: ‘Oh look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command.”  

Joseph was a good man, a good man was he
And he loved sweet Mary, The Queen of Galilee (2x)
And one day they were walking in the garden so green
And there were apples and cherries as ripe as can be seen (2x)
And Mary said to Joseph, so meek and so mild,
"Joseph, gather me cherries for I am with child." (2x)
And Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he,
"Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee." (2x)
Then up spoke the baby from within his mother’s womb
Bow down ye cherry tree, and let my mother have some." (2x)
Down came the branches till they touched Mary's hand,
She said, "Oh, look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command." (2x)
Then Joseph took Mary all on his right knee,
Saying, “What have I done?  Lord, have mercy on me.” (2x)
Then Mary did speak to the babe in her womb:  
She said, “Tell me, my baby, how this world shall be.” (2x)  
 “O I shall be as dead, mother, as the stones in the wall
And the stones in the street, mother, shall mourn for me all.” (2x)
 “But on Easter-day, mother,  my rising shall be
And  the sun and the moon together shall both rise with me.” (2x)
Then Mary pluck’d a cherry  as red as any blood;  
And then she traveled onward with her heavy load. (2x)

Zig – guitar



Teacher and choral director John Wesley Work, Jr. made it his life’s mission to preserve the  folk songs of African Americans; this was first published in his book Folk Songs of the American Negro in 1907.

While shepherds kept their watching
Over silent flocks by night
Behold throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light.

Refrain:  Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hills and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.

The shepherds feared and trembled
When lo! above the earth
Rang out the angels chorus
That hailed the Savior’s birth. (Refrain)

Down in a lowly manger
The humble Christ was born
And there was great rejoicing
That blessèd Christmas morn.  (Refrain)

Zig – guitar and vocals
Geoff – electric guitars, percussion, bass



This might be my all time favorite Christmas carol.  Such a lovely melody.  My guitar arrangement is based on a piece called “Nell’s Nocturne”, written by Geoff in honor of his late mother. This  is a 15th century German carol called “Es Ist Ein Ros’” first published in 1599, harmonized by German composer and musicologist Michael Praetorius in 1609, and  translated to English by American music scholar Theodore Baker in 1894.

Lo, how a Rose e’er blooming from tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as those of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah ’twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
With Mary we behold it, the virgin mother kind.
To show God’s love aright, she bore to us a Savior,
When half spent was the night.

The shepherds heard the story proclaimed by angels bright,
How Christ, the Lord of glory was born on earth this night.
To Bethlehem they sped and in the manger they found Him,
As angel heralds said.

This Flower, whose fragrance tender with sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor the darkness everywhere;
Bring us at length we pray, to the bright courts of heaven,
And to the endless day

Zig –  guitar and vocals  Geoff – bass, percussion
Adam Frehm– lap steel



I woke up in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve with this guitar arrangement in my head and recorded it before dawn.  Latin words by John Francis Wade; music likely by John Reading, published in France circa 1751.  Wade was an English musician living in Catholic community in France, where he worked as a music teacher and publisher.  Translated to English in 1841 by Frederick Oakeley, a British minister who believed that congregations would sing more vigorously if they had fine hymns to sing.

O come all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him, born the king of angels
Refrain: O come let us adore him (3x) Christ the Lord

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation
sSing o ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God in the highest (refrain)

Ye Lord, we greet Thee born this happy morning
Jesus to Thee be all glory given
Word of the Father now in flesh appearing  (refrain)

Zig – guitar




This is an abridged version of Edmund Hamilton Sears’ lyric, published in Boston in 1849.  Sears was a Unitarian minister widely praised after this poem first appeared in print; the attention made him uncomfortable, as he “preferred to lead a quiet life in some half-forgotten parish.” (Merry Christmas Songbook, Reader’s Digest, p. 5)  The poem was set to music by New York Tribune editor and critic Richard Storrs Willis in 1850.   I had never really heard the powerful message of peace in this song; it was an exciting discovery.  I changed the order of the verses to display the verse I’d never heard before more prominently.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long
Beneath the angel strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the angels sing.

It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
“Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From Heaven’s all gracious King.”
The world in solemn stillness lay,
To hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on,
By poets and prophets foretold,
When with the ever circling years
Comes round the age of gold
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world will give back the song
Which now the angels sing.

Zig –  guitars and vocals
Geoff – lead guitar, bass, percussion
Mary Jane Reynolds – keyboard



First published in 1833 by William Sandys in Christmas Carols, Ancient and Modern but is thought to date back to the 13th or 14th century


The first Noel the angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay tending their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.

Refrain:  Noel (4x), Born is the King of Israel.

They lookèd up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.

This star drew nigh to the northwest,
O’er Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.

Zig – guitar   Geoff– 2nd guitar, harmony
David Crossland – harmony


Words based on five verses in Psalm 98, adapted in 1719 by Isaac Watts in England, and set to music in 1839 by American composer Lowell Mason. BACK TO TOP OF PAGE

Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and nature sing (3x)

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love (3x)

Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
Repeat the sounding joy (3x)

Zig – guitar  Geoff – percussion, bass
Adam Frehm – dobro, mandolin
Gregory Douglass – harmony



The chorus from Handel’s “Messiah”, written in 1742.  I’ve only ever heard this with a lush choir presentation; here’s a stab at a simpler arrangement. BACK TO TOP OF PAGE

For unto us a child is born,
Unto us a son is given (2x)
And the government shall be upon his shoulders (2x)
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor,
Almighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace.


LULAJZE, JEZUNIU  (Lullaby, Jesus)      

I first learned of this song while reading Slavidir Rawicz’s “The Long Walk”, a harrowing tale of a Polish man’s escape from a Siberian prison during World War II.  In the book, Rawicz describes an enforced march over many weeks in the dead of winter, where 5,000 men walked in a chain gang and slept huddled together in the snow at night.  He recalls this  poignant moment on Christmas Eve:  “The news went up and down the line like leaping flames in a forest fire.  It’s Christmas Eve, went the whisper from man to man….Away back behind us there was suddenly a thin, wavering sound.  It was odd and startling.  It grew in volume and swept toward us…it was the sound of men singing.  I thought the soldiers would have ordered to shout us down, but the mounting sound reached us unchecked and engulfed us all.  Everybody who had a voice left was joining in.  A marching choir of nearly five thousand male voices drowning their despair in a song of praise…. Then a few voices started the Polish carol ‘Jesu’s Lullaby’, and I choked on it and fell silent.  And half way through it, others broke down and wept quietly.  The Lullaby died abruptly and there was no more singing.”  After reading this passage, I embarked on a month-long quest to find a recording of  this song, in part because of my Polish heritage.   I have since learned that this is one of the most beloved and well-known carols in Poland; almost every Polish Christmas collection includes it.  I finally received invaluable assistance from the Polish Art Center in Hamtramck, Michigan (www.polartcenter.com), where the owner even went so far as to play it for me over the phone.  After I came up with a guitar arrangement I played it for my father, who teared up at the memory of singing this song at Our Lady of Czestochowa Grade School as a boy in New Jersey.  The photo on the inside tray card of this CD was taken around 1920; it is my grandmother Marion Wisniewski at the age of about 16 with her extended family around a Christmas Eve dinner table in New Jersey.  (She is the one standing right underneath the photo of the Polish Madonna.)  Her family emigrated from Poland  when she was four years old. BACK TO TOP OF PAGE

Lulajze, Jezuniu, moja perelko,
Lulaj, ulubione me piescidelko.
Lulajze, Jezuniu, lulajze, lulaj!
A ty Go, Matulu, w placzu utulaj.

Lullaby, Jesus, oh cease from your crying
Here on your mother’s warm breast softly lying
Lullaby, Jesus, oh sleep now my treasure
Mother is watching with love none can measure.

Zig- guitar


Paintbrush Lyrics


RIDE THAT RAIL            

Tuning:  DADGGD
BACK TO TOP OF PAGE There's trouble in the making
I can feel it in my bones
and all this confidence you've been faking
well it's fooling you alone
and come morning if you are waking up
to a rumbling on the track
I hope you'll ride that train
and don't you ever look back Well that train won't wait for no one
And that ride don't come for free
It is a passage long and lonesome
and it'll bring you right to your knees
you found your comfort in a bottle
and I know sober is like a solid stone
but you can ride that train
and let her take you home Ride that rail and travel far
from all you were back home to all you are There is a man here in the making
with a story all your own
there is a chance here for the taking
I don't want to watch you let it go
and come morning if you are waking up
to a rumbling on the track
I hope you'll ride that train
and don't you ever look back You found your comfort in a bottle
and I know sober is like a solid stone
but you can ride that train
and let her take you home

Zig - guitar & vocal
T-Bone Wolk - accordian & mandolin
Geoff Sather - bass
Gregory Douglass - harmonies
Carter Stowell - drums, tambourine

INDIAN PAINTBRUSH                 
Tuning: DGDGCD, capo 9
BACK TO TOP OF PAGE I see you off in the distance 
on the face of the rising full moon
and I see you on the broad side of the mountain
with the Indian Paintbrush in bloom I think I see you on the banks of the river
how you followed me here I couldn't guess
but as you wade out into the current
I send you home this SOS CHORUS:
And I'm thinking why must it always be
that I see you most clearly
when we're the farthest apart
what would it take besides an act of God
to get you 
into or out of my heart I look into the twilight at Mount Rushmore
I see George, then I see you 
and as I shake my head at the illusion
I wonder must this confusion be true (chorus) BRIDGE:
Everywhere I turn I see you
Everywhere I look there you are
Everywhere I walk
Oh everywhere I run
There you are

Good god, I cannot believe this
there you are hitchhiking up ahead 
should I stop and bring you home forever
Or pretend not to see you instead? (chorus) 

Zig - guitar & vocals
Geoff Sather - backpacker guitar, bass, harmony, egg
Patty Casey - harmony
Sarah Blair - fiddle
Mark Roberts - Khanjira

Tuning: CGDGCB          

Songwriter David Carter died while we were in the final stages of recording this album. I never knew him, but like all of his fans I continue to mourn the loss of his luminous soul. We bid him farewell with this song, my favorite of his many beautiful tunes. His recordings with his equally gifted partner Tracy Grammer can be found at www.daveandtracy.com. My love has gone all upon the crimson trail
His drum at dawn beating brimstone through the veil
Clear light through smoke and ash
And balmy seas where breakers crash and roll
Gentle soldier of my soul He lays me down in his garden growing bed
He weaves a crown, twigs and feathers for my head
He sings the fields awake 
and folds me in the love that make me whole
gentle soldier of my soul When I have passed through the forest of my trials
And I stand at last where the shadows run for miles
We'll ride with painted shields 
on ponies fast through fields of shining gold
gentle soldier of my soul

Zig - guitar & vocal
Geoff Sather - fretless bass, harmony, percussion 


She makes his bed underneath the tree
he rolls her there right across the sea
and she's got no fear of the fickly waters
or the needle of the prickly pine The girl's never paid her mama no mind
I try to tell her that I know his kind
he's just trying to fill his world
with the sweet smell of a milky white girl So listen girl to what you've been told
I got a memory long as my bones are old
you're my gold, my jingly jewel
but don't you take me for a wrinkly fool And he says, "Lord I've never seen a girl so fine
like a sacred spring, a thing divine
gonna drink deep of that holy wine
gonna play with her on the prickly pine" And all the men across Kingdom County
they look at you and know the Father's bounty
you're a bellflower before your bloom
but pick a bad boy and it'll go too soon Oh Mother Mary 
hear my plea
the child that I carried
is walking right away from me

Walking down to a bad boy underneath the tree
he's gonna roll that girl right across the sea
and she's got no fear of the fickly waters
or the needle of the prickly pine
she'll follow him over fickly waters
and play with him on the prickly pine

Zig - guitar & vocal
Geoff Sather - bass, slide guitar, percussion
Chuck Eller - piano
Carter Stowell - drums

Tuning: DADGCD Capo 3

Even if you lost me somewhere I'd find you
with my eyes closed
I know that I could find my way there
even with my eyes closed
I wouldn't need to see your path
out on the open road
I wouldn't need to hear your voice
to know I could bring you home If you ever need me, darling, I'll find you
with my eyes closed
wherever you're hiding I would run to you
even with my eyes closed
I'd follow every crooked road
and I would never rest
I'd listen for the secret code
that's beating in your chest CHORUS:
There is no danger in the shadows on the ceiling
So fall into slumber under the naked sky
I'll wrap you up in a lullaby

I could trace every line on your face
With my eyes closed
'cause I can see the shape of what can't be replaced
even with my eyes closed
and I never would have guessed that
Providence would be so kind
But I will always bless the day you showed up here
And struck me blind (chorus)

Zig - guitar & vocal
Gregory Douglass - harmony
Geoff Sather - bass , percussion
Carter Stowell - congas
Adam Frehm - dobro
Mary Jane Austin - keyboard

Tuning: EADGAD Capo 1

Kathleen's got it all worked out
she'll pack it up and head down south
and all this New England weather
she will leave it forever
and stand always in the sun I couldn't be less like you
but history has bound us to each other
and you'll see how far we've grown
when you leave all that you've known
and you are standing on your own CHORUS:
But I'm down on my knees, Kathleen
you don't really want to leave
don't look so far for room to breathe
because it's closer than it seems They made us go two by two
16 years in the same room
and they taught us the very same lessons
and put us in identical dresses
but you can't turn two girls into one (chorus) Just remember that I know you well
and I know that a shadow can cast a spell
like when I used to steal your thunder
you never thought you'd crawl out from under
but I can see us both standing in the sun (chorus)

Zig - guitars & vocals
Geoff Sather - bass, electric guitar, percussion
Beau Stapleton - mandolin
Chuck Eller - accordian
Carter Stowell - drums
Patty Casey - harmony

Tuning:  DADGGD
For my sister Patty

BACK TO TOP OF PAGE He came for her then 
with his wide open eyes
his canoe on the car 
on a hot summer night
and me and my sister 
and brothers would roar
as we'd wait by the window 
for his knock on the door CHORUS:
I know, I see
It grew right in front of me
I know, I see
It grew in front of me I still remember 
though I was just a young girl
how she wore his love like a full string of pearls
and we'd laugh and we'd listen 
when they'd talk on the phone
and we watched a young woman 
find a love of her own (chorus) She was the first one to walk
the first one to drive
the first kid in college
the first as a bride
the first one to know
the hard road of a wife
when you walk your true love
to the end of his life And if I could help her
I would 
I would
I wouldn't let this sorrow
Strike someone so good
So good

I see her out on the water 
braving the gales
The wind in her hair
as she raises the sail
and she tacks to the left
and she tacks to the right
making her way
through the loneliest night (chorus)

Zig - guitar & vocal
Sarah Blair - fiddle
Geoff Sather - bass, harmony 
Chuck Eller - piano
Kathleen Zeigler Eustace - harmony
Mike Zeigler - harmony
Nell Sather - solo

SAY IT ISN'T SO                       

Tuning: CGDGCD There was a day they used to know me
and most afternoons I'd come around
when my shift was through and my back was breaking
this was the busiest place in town
well I wouldn't have believed you
if you said it was our finest hour
but now I walk among all these empty storefronts
and I think of the goodness going sour CHORUS:
Oh no, say it isn't so
tell me where did all her promise go
this town had her day in the sun
and now we wait for a taste 
of what she gave when she was young I used to swear I'd never marry
and I was just as sure that I'd leave this town
until I got on one knee and those words were spoken
you know, they fell so easily from my mouth 

oh my love she is a true one
here we stayed and we will never leave
she's one part beauty but she's two parts broken
because this town ain't what it used to be (chorus)

Zig - guitar & vocal
Geoff Sather - harmony
Beau Stapleton- mandolin
Adam Frehm - dobro
Michael Santususso - upright bass
Patty Casey - harmony

The Well         
Tuning: DACGCD

The first time I held you
you cast your spell
and it was like falling into the deepest well
and there I waited
and there I lay
with no desires
but only to stay I've heard that mothers can fall like this
they will lay down their lives for a baby's kiss
and I drank that water
and it washed me clean
and I dove into a darkness
no man has ever seen CHORUS:
That was the place 
where i learned how to love you
and i'll never be the same
so come to me
the water is deep and flowing
it will nourish you like the rain
and here i will remain

So hushabye there is no danger here
there's only love 
that is longer than the deepest fear
and it's all for you
i'm just sorry that 
it sometimes comes in the colors 
of blue and black (chorus)

Zig - guitar & vocal

Tuning: DACGCD

I'm just like you
always looking forward and back
to what's next and for
what I lost and for
what I do not have I've always run
under the gun
chasing the thrill
of what's yet to come
of what's left undone
not what's standing still CHORUS:
And my voice
like so much noise
tries to explain
but so deep
only silence speaks
what words will not name I promised him
I'd honor him
when his time had come
and somehow I sang
in requiem
to my mother's son (chorus) BRIDGE:
We look for the lesson
we try to answer every question
but the truth is rarely spoken
when the silence is broken

So cradle me
reshape me and
come show me how
to go quietly 
and hear the symphony
beyond the sound of (chorus)

Zig - guitar & vocal
Gregory Douglass - harmonies
Geoff Sather - bass, electric guitar, congas, percussion
Chuck Eller - Hammond B-3

WILD MOUNTAIN THYME               Tuning: CGDGCD, capo 2
(Traditional, third verse by Diane Zeigler)

Will you go, lassie, go
and we'll all go together
to pick wild mountain thyme
all around the blooming heather Oh, the summertime has come
and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather (chorus)  I will build my love a bower
by yon clear and crystal fountain
and all around it I will pile
all the wild flowers of the mountain (chorus) 

And if my love should ever leave
I will always remember
all that we gave and we received
beneath the frozen fields of winter (chorus) 

Zig - guitar & vocal
Adam Frehm - dobro




BACK TO TOP OF PAGE Lower the light, my love
Stop your work and rest your feet
Come over and lay your weary head on met
Iíve seen you building a mighty fortress
And youíve carried all that your arms can hold
Close your eyes and let your heavy hands unfoldYou've tried to cover up your tracks
But your troubles still are at your back
You never see from where you stand
All that is in your handsChorus:
If you just raise your voice to the highest star
On the wings of the words that can fly that far
You could see straight into the deepest dark
And you would find what youíve always knownReclaim what you canít remember
There is so much you cannot recall
Like the nights your mama rocked you
and heard your breathing rise and fall
"No", you say, "itís not that simple
Thereís a cross to carry when youíve grown"
But just lay it down, and reap the fruit
Of the seeds youíve sownBridge:
So find the place where the light splits the dark
And hold it safe in the hollow of your heart

T-Bone Wolk - B-3 organ, pump organ
Josh Colow - electric guitars
Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Barry Stockwell - harmony
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals


THE WINTER SUNLift up your face to the winter sun
And feel its kiss against your cheek
It'll make you feel like the chosen one
Stand in the silence long and deepChorus:
You say nothing is known for certain
But I know you'll come into your own
You're as strong as the weight of your burden
And you will find your way homeI look around and see the broken ones
And all the memories you keep
that follow you no matter where you run
And come to haunt you in your sleep(chorus)Lift up your face to the winter sun
Feel its kiss against your cheek
It'll make you feel like the chosen one
Stand in the silence long and deep
In the silence long and deep

T-Bone Wolk - accordian, pump organ
Dean Sharp - drums
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals



I remember the time when I swore Iíd leave this town
I wanted to fly but it just held me down
Now under the eyes that once I turned away
There are circles and lines and I want to go back to stay
I think of all the roads Iíve run
And every race I never wonChorus:
These are the roots that keep my feet on the ground
These are the ones that I need to slow me down
This is the place that I call a holy land
Itís calling me back with the words
and the ways I understandI know well that Iím not the only one
Who spit in the eye of the ones who made them run
But every time that you have cursed this place
Could you know then what youíd give now for a taste
Of life when the world was young
When you were just your motherís sonÖ
back when the world was young
back over the roads you have run....

Josh Colow - electric guitars
Dean Sharp - drums
Barry Stockwell - harmony
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals



BACK TO TOP OF PAGE Don't like to say these words out loud
I feel too guilty and too proud
Because these babies are all I have ever wanted
I know this now
But still they drive me to my knees
I close my eyes and picture me
Behind the wheel alone, under a quiet sky
Far from this house
Far from this houseBecause I know this open highway
Like I know my loverís eyes
Like I know my name
And know my babyís cryI remember when I climbed
The highest mountain I could find
And I looked up to heaven
And prayed to grow a child inside
And now I hold you in my arms
And wonder if youíll ever know
The woman far beyond this kitchen table
And all I was
And all I am(refrain)Donít like to say these words out loud
I feel too guilty and too proud
Sometimes I dream I could get lost forever
And not be found
But then I pour myself into you
And I gather you to my breast
And you give me my direction
My north and south
My east and west
Youíre my east and west(refrain)

T-Bone Wolk - accordian, mandolin
Josh Colow - electric guitar
Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Bruce Stockwell - electric guitar
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals

HOLY GROUNDThere you were
Standing up in front of all your friends
Wearing a flower in your pocket
And there I was
Taking my place beside you, all in white
Wearing my grandmotherís locket
We saidÖChorus:
Here we stand on a holy ground
And the strongest wind will never blow us down
There are no human hands
That ever could break this vow
For we stand on a holy groundThere you were
Watching me all the while in disbelief
The moment had finally come
And there I was
Suffering the longest night with no relief
Is it a daughter or a son?
And we said(chorus)
Bridge:But look at me and see me now
With my weary eyes
A promise is the sweetest sound
But those words leave our lips
Before we know how far theyíll flyHere you are
I see you standing right in front of me
But I know how far you could run
And still you walk with me
Into the open fields of family
And we can see how far we have come

Josh Colow - electric guitars
Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals



BACK TO TOP OF PAGE My mother used to read us passages of poetry
But none of us would ever listen
But she would let use stay up late if we would hear them
Her little stories in the kitchenAnd by far the best she ever read
Was one written by Tennyson
Weíd listen hard to every word she said
It was the legend of Enoch ArdenThey were three best friends since they were only children
Enoch and Philip and the beautiful Annie
When the two young boys grew up to be strong men
They both loved her but Annie loved one of themHe wasnít gonna try to tear them apart
So Philip still came to wish them well
But he was crying from a broken heart
When Annie wed Enoch ArdenHe said ìIíve loved you both since we were only children
and Annie, I know you have chosen well
Cause there is no better man who is walking this earth
no truer heart than Enoch ArdenîNow Enoch worked on the open sea
trying to provide for his family
and one day Annie begged him not to leave
when they sent him on down to the CarribeanShe said, ìPlease donít go, youíll be gone so long
and I donít really know if I can be that strongî
He said, ìAnnie my girl, donít you be sad
by the next full moon Iíll be back to youîBut ten years went by and he still never came
Maybe that ship went down in a winter rain
When Phillip came to ease her pain
he said,"Annie, we will never be whole again
but we will always remember him,
our oldest friend"Together Annie and Phillip grew old
but there was something theyíd never know
that Enoch found land just west of the meridian
and he waited to be rescued homeThey found him there as a very old man
and brought him back to his homeland
but when he heard Annie married again
she was blessed by Enoch ArdenBecause he had loved them both since they were only children
and he knew that Annie had chosen well
and he pledged that heíd never try and tear them apart
but it pierced through the heart of Enoch ArdenMy mother used to read us passages of poetry
and there was one by Tennyson
she would let us stay up late if we would listen
to the legend of Enoch Arden
it was the legend of Enoch Arden

Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Bruce Stockwell - banjo
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals

FORGIVENESSIs there forgiveness for the crime
I have committed in my mind
Tell me help is coming soon
Before I turn and throw these angry words across the roomWell don't you look at me like that
I am just giving you the facts
Feel like I'm hanging from a tree
And I look at you and know that I am not what I could beNothing is better left unsaid
I want you to know the ways I've bled
And I will ask you to be kind
And believe that I can love even this close to the lineSo is there forgiveness for the crime
I have committed in my mind
Tell me help is coming soon
Tell me help is coming soon

Josh Colow - electric guitar
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocal



BACK TO TOP OF PAGE How many years do you have to run
Before you see what all those miles have done
They have taken you far and you were certain at the start
But now you stop to rest and you wonder where you areChorus:
You saddle your horse
and then you ride this course
And you keep your pace in a race
like you think you have no choice
But there is a voice that's gonna pull you from the game
And it is calling you by your nameYou stand with your back against the moon
And you wonder why the morning came too soon
You thought that even the darkness was your friend
But even the longest night will surely have to end(chorus)The wind just swept you up until you came undone
And she can raise her hand to slap the face of anyone
But don't you chase after what she has stripped away
For you will find she'll blow you ever closer to your grave(chorus)

Josh Colow - electric guitar
Dean Sharp - drums
Bruce Stockwell - electric guitar
Barry Stockwell - harmony
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals



BACK TO TOP OF PAGE Staring out my window at the clearest sky
Coming out of the shadows, I see you walking by
I donít know when Iíve seen so many stars aglow
Still I know your heart is heavy and your head is lowI try to walk upon your waters that lie so still
But itís like Iím skating over the surface of your winterís chill
How can I tell you what you must surely know
That this will soon be over even if it goes so slowChorus:
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
Nor will this last
This too shall passYou say you donít remember when all your promise died
And now you donít know whether you should laugh or cry
But there was a time when you were a hopeful man
And youíve got to go find him, I know you can(chorus)Bridge:
Your spirit is reeling from this desperate ride
And thereís so much time itís stealing
No one can tell you why
But wait for the healing
It wonít pass you bySo just swing into the rhythm and take a step in time
Lay down your burden and let the new bells chime
Because the sands are sifting and we will soon be gone
And a lifetime is as fleeting as the day is long(chorus)

T-Bone Wolk - accordian
Josh Colow - electric guitar
Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals



He cannot stand to hear the child cry
Anyone can see there is a fire in his eye
It is burning through a story
that's telling all the reasons why
He cannot stand to hear the child cryThere are things he can remember
That he would rather not admit
When the strength it took to run
Was so much more than to submit
And he has seen the face of fury
He has known it all too well
But these are things that he is still afraid to tellHe will never raise his hand
He will never slap a wrist
But even if he does not strike
He knows there's still a mark he's missed
For that child can see him burning
Like a beacon through the mist
As he is holding all his patience
Tightly clenched into his fistAnd he says, "How long will I be haunted
Will I never rise above
The things that I have witnessed
In the name of loveî

Zig - guitar & vocal



I was really just a child myself
In the winter of '43
And my decision was the only way out
But how it has followed me
Sometimes at night when the wind is right
It can haunt my memory still
It happens every December
I think it always will
I wish I could make this clear
After so many years
You were welcome hereI wonder whether you curse me now
Thinking I never wanted you
A mother's heart can be torn right out
To give child what he is due
And so my son, what else could I have done
I make this promise to you
I wanted you to have so much more
Than I could give to you
I hope someone makes this clear
After so many years
You were welcome hereNow I imagine the man you are
As only mothers will
Did the angels help to heal those scars
Or are they with you still?
And so I swear if they could hear my prayer
They would take you under their wings
And carry you over the winter
To understanding
That after so many years
This still is clear:
You were welcome here

Zig - guitar & vocal


LISTEN TO THE TIMBER FALL BACK TO TOP OF PAGE I made it through the barbed wire
And over the stone wall
And I walked across the pasture
Into the woods in early fall
I came to watch the crow fly
And to hear the crickets call
But I listened to the timber fallIt happens every season
I cannot say I wasn't warned
And it's mostly for good reason
The loggers come to keep us warm
And you know the winter's coming
When you hear that steady drumming
When you listen to the timber fallBridge:
I'll be broken and splintered
After fall's final bloom
So now I claim for the winter
What will carry me throughSo I walked into the forest
Like I marched into a bloody war
I heard an unrelenting chorus
As I listened to the chain saws roar
And I could see the winter coming
As I heard that steady drumming
When I listened to the timber fall

Josh Colow - electric guitar
Dean Sharp - drums, percussion
Bruce Stockwell - electric guitar
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals


IN DEFENSE OF EVE BACK TO TOP OF PAGE The Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life
Stretched their branches up to heaven when you became his wife
And you looked around at all you could not do
Till that golden apple, well it fell to youNow was it gold or was it scarlet red?
Hanging ripe and ready high above your head
Bitten by the lips that kissed the man you wed
And by your longing you made your bedChorus:
And so it goes
How could you know?
You were just a beginner
But your outstretched hand
Held the fall of man
And the touch of a sinnerAnd so it started, so it all began
The first young woman tempted the very first man
No surprise he blamed it all on you
But you and I we know the truthIt is written you came from Adam's rib
The fairest maiden but you were no kid
And looking out beyond the farthest shore
You were just a wife who wanted more(chorus)
I have to hope if I were in your place
With a crown of flowers set above my face
I wouldn't last long in such a perfect place
But would I have the strength to make that fall from grace?

Dean Sharp - drums
Derrick Jordan - pump organ
Geoff Sather - bass
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocals


JACK'S BELTED GALLOWAYS BACK TO TOP OF PAGE I live on twelve hundred acres
I rent on a working farm
I wake to the musings of cattle at morning
A very rare breed in VermontAnd these cows look like Oreo Cookies
But you know theyíre much bigger than that
They stand full black with a stripe down their backs
The pride of a keeper named JackI wave to him every morning
Though heís not the talkative kind
Iíve tried before but heís quiet and shy
And he smiles at the youth in my eyesI live on twelve hundred acres
And the skiing is good in Vermont
But I stay in this town for the view from my window
Of Jackís Belted GallowaysAnd these cows look like Oreo Cookies
But you know theyíre much bigger than that
They stand full black
With a stripe down their backs
The pride of a keeper named JackAnd Jack is pushing ninety
And heís treading so light on this earth
And he walks with the step of a younger man
Like he knows what these moments are worthIím moving out in September
Thereís too many flies in this house
They travel in clusters from the cows to the kitchen
A gift from those Galloways
And the sight of these flies at my table
Puts me in a violent mood
Today I woke up and sent seven to heaven
Protecting my breakfast foodBut I have a view from my window
I rent on a working farm
Where the cows look like Oreo Cookies
The pride of a keeper named Jack.

Artie Traum - acoustic guitar
Zig - acoustic guitar, vocal




I used to go down to the railroad
To place a lucky penny on the tracks
And grind it down under the weight of the cargo
With an ear to the metal and the nails
I would listen for the thunder in the rails
And wish that I could jump and hide in the back
And nobody would know there was a fugitive riding
Until we got to a bigger town
But when I had the chance I just stood there waiting
Digging my roots deeper in that groundChorus:
Maybe I can make it on the train
If I jump from the tracks
Maybe I can leave behind the devils
That are holding me back
'Cause I've been dragging my feet like cinder blocks
And I'm weary with the weight
So watch me
I'm gonna make it on a leap of faithThere are places where the good seed grows
But the thicket can choke you slow
And you are stuck wherever that wind may blow
And you'll wish you were a refugee
When they string you up on the family tree
And those splinters cut and dig in deepYou can revel in your finest moments
But you're still sitting on fences
They say you'll never fall if you have never moved
And you'll never fail if you'll never know(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals
Barbara Kessler harmony vocals
Geoffrey Cary Sather bass, harmony vocals
Josh Colow electric guitar
Jerry Marotta percussion



I was up all night
Holding my pillow in fright
There in the middle of my doom
I saw an angel walk into my roomShe took me down to the edge of the dock
And I wanted to follow her where she walked
She said, "Cross over and you will not drown
For it's only your troubles that weigh you down"Chorus:
Jesus walked on the water
And Moses opened the sea
The current can swallow you under
But it won't crash over meSo I will leave this ball and chain
They have broken my spirit and left me lame
Here by the shore I will lay them down
On the other side I will be foundFor now I see that the coast is clear
But I cannot say I know what has brought me here
Despite the curse of the undertow
Still I think I see a path I can followBridge:
Here I stand at the edge of the water
And I am ready for the storm
I may be close to going under
But I won't stay clinging to the shore


Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead and harmony vocals
Geoffrey Cary Sather bass
Scott Petito keyboards
Josh Colow electric guitar
Jerry Marotta percussion
Amy Fradon & Leslie Ritter harmony vocals



Maybe this is a bad sign
it shouldn't seem like such a long time
Just a couple of weeks and I'm
Going out of my mind
He doesn't have to tell me why
He needs time alone
To walk beneath a bigger sky
Before he comes back homeChorus:
Keep him safe, Lord
And keep me strong
Don't make these nights so very long
Wherever he wanders
Keep a watch on the road he's walking onIt wasn't like he made a breach of trust
He was just stricken with a wanderlust
And now I'm back here trying to adjust
I didn't know that I would miss him so much
And maybe this is a bad sign
Maybe I'm losing ground
I never used to have to fill my time
When there wasn't anyone around


I've always stayed away from the bull's-eye
I think I that I'm just a little gun-shy
But I know very well that the arrows fly
'Cause I have always seen them pass me by
So while he's out walking by the riverbed
Sleeping out under the moon
I'm back here standing on a watershed
Knowing arrows can strike me too(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals
Scott Petito bass, keyboards
Jerry Marotta percussion
Jamie Masefield mandolin



Do you hear that howling at my window
Do you hear that rattling at the door
I think a storm is coming
But you will not see me running
'Cause I've lived through this beforeHere in this house the weather changes
You can never be certain what's in store
One minute his eyes are flashing
Clap thunder in a fit of passion
And the threat of the lion's roar is keeping the scoreChorus:
Mama take care of me
I've got the sting of the honeybee
Say a prayer for me
He left me crying at the sugartreeWhen that wicked wind leaves my window
I can try to forget how it has blown
I remember when he met me sunstruck
A big wedding and a kiss for good luck
But hard life in the danger zone is all I've ever known

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead vocal
Scott Petito bass, keyboards
Brian Malick percussion
Tony Trischka minstrel banjo
Artie Traum acoustic guitar
Josh Colow electric guitar
Amy Fradon & Leslie Ritter harmony vocals

YOU WILL GET YOUR DUEThere's a man that I don't know well
But I've seen the way he cast his spell
Straight across a room until the people had to listen
He was singing from a quiet place
And you could only hear the faintest trace
That he wonders if he'll ever taste the kiss of recognitionChorus:
But you will get your due
You will get your due
Believe that there is so much more
Even if it's not right here at your door
And you will get your due.I want to call him friend
Because I love the way he works that pen
And spinning stories seems to be his true devotion
But he says he's gonna pack it in
Because he doesn't see it rolling in
He thinks that ship is somewhere lost out on the ocean(Chorus)I know you want to leave it behind
But it's all there in your mind
And you can no more stop the songs
Than stop your breathing
I can't tell you how it's gonna end
I know the lucky ones sometimes win
But not before they've paid a price
For all their dreaming(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead and harmony vocals
Scott Petito Bass, keyboards, percussion
Artie Traum acoustic guitar
Brian Malick percussion
Tom Prasada-Rao harmony vocals

GOD'S COUNTRYWherever you stand you can see it well
From any porch and any corner in this town
That steeple is clear and you can hear the bell
Wherever you walk it will be looking downChorus::
I will wander these hills
Until I lay me down
Until they bury me deep in the ground
And if the angels will sing
I think I know that sound
I have been to God's countrySome hear the call inside these holy walls
They say it's here they are led away from sin
But I'd rather drink from the grail out on a winding trail
I'd rather walk around than stand within(Chorus)Some day I'll wait before those sacred gates
Will they open up and take me when I'm gone
If I have only felt the trace of amazing grace
When I've stood under the morning sun(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead vocal
Scott Petito bass
Tony Trischka banjo
Jerry Marotta percussion
Barry Stockwell harmony vocals
Geoffrey Cary Sather harmony vocals
Larry Packer fiddle

ONE WHO GOT AWAYThis song is dedicated to Mark DeSimone (1965-1992), who loved fishing more than anyone I ever knew. For as long as I remember
He cast his line over the water
He'd pass my house with his pole and a fishing cap
With a bucket of bait and that boy would not be back
For hours...He'd rise up early in the morning
And untie the rope around the mooring
Plotting his direction as he left the shore
He hoped he'd find a cove he'd never seen beforeChorus:
So cast a net over the water
Sink the anchor down to the floor
Bring us back the best part of your day
Always remember the ones who slipped away
Who found their graves in these fickle wavesThey say there are spirits in these waters
The ghosts of the ones who went down under
And sometimes they speak under a raging wind
To center the sail and gently guide you in...(Chorus)He heard the warning about the weather
But no one could reel him in forever
So out he went on that December day
And left us with memories of one who got away(Chorus)For as long as I remember
He cast his line over the water
He'd pass my house with his pole and a fishing cap
With a bucket of bait and that boy would not be back...

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, vocal
Scott Petito bass, keyboards, percussion
Tom Prasada-Rao harmony vocals
Artie Traum acoustic guitar

COG IN THE WHEELI thought I'd be king of the mountain
When I was a child
Thought I'd be standing on the top of the pile
Thought I'd be giving out orders
When I reached this age
I thought I'd be sitting pretty on a rich man's wageChorus:
But it's one for the money and two for ambition
And the clock screams out every hour
For the time they steal
It's another day gone and another day older you feel
Spinning around like a cog in the wheelNose to the grindstone
I keep my head down low
At my desk in a cubicle by the window
With 83 square inches
That I can call my own
Small wonder why a good mind will roam(Chorus)Sing a song of survival
For 8 hours a day
it's the only good reason to stay
I'll never be king of the mountain
I don't want to crawl to the top of the pile
'Cause I'm proud to walk among the rank and file(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals
Josh Colow electric guitar
Scott Petito bass
Barbara Kessler harmony vocals
Jerry Marotta drums, percussion


(James Taylor)Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead vocal
Scott Petito bass
Geoffrey Cary Sather acoustic guitar
Josh Colow electric guitar


THE WIDOW'S PEAKI dreamed I climbed the widow's peak
And there I lay me down
And I rested on an icy rock
Where I pondered what I'd found
I saw the span of life ahead
And sent my cry across the sky
For I knew then the cold horizon
Would always mark the space
Between you and IAt first I was surprised to find that I was not alone
For the trail was marked with tracks and tears
And in my ears I heard the drone
Of the wind that bore the wails
Of every woman time had crossed
And it spoke about the lives of all the wives
Who wept and loved and lostThe women of the widow's peak
Told me the days were always long
They said, "oh, that climb can kill you, child
But in the end it makes you strong
it will bear down on your womb
And burn a hole into your breast
But you will still go on when your lover's gone
And you will live and lay his soul to rest"I dreamed I climbed the widow's peak
But then I woke up soon to find
You asleep right here and I knew that dream
Was just a tricking of the mind
And I swore that I would love you more
And I thanked God I do not know
Who will stay behind to make that climb
And who will be the first to go

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, vocal
Artie Traum acoustic guitar
Scott Petito bass
Aaron Hurwitz accordion

THE HIDING PLACESarah has a hiding place
in the farthest corner of the town
And no one will see the path she takes
She won't be found
Waiting up in her room
Careful not to move too soon
She will leave them all
Who thought they knew her well
But you can never tellChorus:
She will run for cover
While they are deep in their slumber
And looking back over the land of the living
She will stay alive and breathing
In hidingIn the branches of a sycamore tree
That reach as high as she can climb
She built a fortress among the leaves
To keep her safe behind
And with a sword she'll be standing tall
The dragons she will slay them all
And no hands will touch her or try to hold her down
She will not be found(Chorus)Every morning when the school bells chime
Sarah takes her place in line
And at her desk under the window sill
She will begin her climb
And soon she'll be in that tree
Lost in her fantasy
And that dreaming will save her
From unspeakable things
That any night can bring(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, lead & harmony vocals
Josh Colow electric guitar
Scott Petito bass, piano
Jerry Marotta drums, percussion
Amy Fradon & Leslie Ritter harmony vocals

This song was inspired by the granite quarries of Barre, Vermont, which supply much of the Northeast with granite for their graveyards.There is no gold here in the ground
And it's hard to find work here in this town
You can chisel at the granite
And be a cutter in the mines
Like your father was before you
You'll be the next in lineBut maybe you know this town too well
Where the quarries are cut to a death knell
But here among the rubble
Old Barre stakes its claim
in the Rock of the Ages
They know a quiet fameChorus:
This quarry is the grave of New England
These rocks watch over their heads
This town cuts memory for the living
These stones will remember the deadI fell to my knees at my brother's grave
Seven full years since he passed away
And I wondered if he heard me
As I walked among the bones
And I wondered if he saw me
Reading every stoneThey tell of the lives here in the ground
And the granite all comes from the same town
And here among the rubble
Old Barre stakes its claim
in the Rock of the Ages
They know a quiet fame(Chorus)

Diane Zeigler acoustic guitar, vocal