What Will Happen?

Uncle Sheepy wrote this song about 3 years ago, reflecting his love of second hand clothes, tweed waistcoats and quality footwear and his concern for the lack of control over the ultimate fate of these items death brings about!

(Uncle Sheepy is ‘my husband’, but I don’t like writing that…it looks weird.. And Yis Aye is a folky 3 piece we play in with a fiddler called Amy)
Yis Aye is old farmer Cumbrian for yes yes!

I like the rain (a song)

I like the rain.
It makes us equal
And we are trapped together
By this weather…
I like the rain

The hours drag by
Wet bags of sand behind me,
I turn around and find
We’ve barely moved at all

Just let me sleep,
Bring in a spinning wheel,
Don’t wake me up until
Midsummer sun strikes noon.

I like the rain,
It makes us equal
And we are trapped together
By this weather….
I like the rain.

In sleep to dream,
In dreams to wander,
To travel far from here
To run and bound and stride

Then as I wake,
I’ll sense a restoration
Warm to my very bones
I won’t mind being home.

I like the rain,
It makes us equal,
And we are trapped together,
By this weather…
I like the rain.

Travelling Slow

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I don’t want your money,
I don’t need a loan,
I’m not looking for security,
Cos I feel like leaving home,
Just give me a ride in your rusty camper van,
And you can take me where you will,
Yes, I’ll let you be my man

Riding high,
Travelling slow,
Why it gets me..?
I don’t know.

I been around here for so long now,
My feet are growing roots,
I’ve seen everything I want to see,
Now I’m lacing up my boots
Drive me away from these tower blocks of time,
Where the minutes and the hours
Are all measured and defined

Riding high ………..

I want to see open skies,
I want the road to rise to meet me,
Til the changes in the landscape
Match the cravings of my eyes

Riding high….

I sense festivals and freedom
From the overheated air,
Open windows barely cool us,
But the wind is in my hair,
So keep on driving
Down the long road to nowhere,
I don’t know where I want to go,
But I’ll tell you when we get there.

Riding high,
Travelling slow,
Why it gets me,
I don’t know.

Call me my name (a song for Susan)

Call me my name,

Call me your friend,

Call me your sister, your daughter, the girl who you ought to know better;

Call me my name.

Don’t define me by my limitations

Dig a little deeper than that,

There, below the surface,

Hear me sing,

See me shine,

Watch me dance,

In a while you’ll agree….

We’re just the same you and me…

Just the same you and me

Call me my name…..

Don’t judge by the difference between us,

There’s more to it than that.

We’re linked by the light and the colour

Look me straight in the eye,

Hear me laugh,

Feel me sigh

And you’ll see…

We’re just the same, you and me,

Just the same you and me….

Call me my name

Call me your friend,

Call me your sister, your daughter,

The girl who you ought to know better.

Call me my name.

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