Ann Mayo Muir songs
I am singing this at my CD release concert on Jan.11th This year 2010. I forget the word JOY , in my favorite verse...;
They sang sweet love songs all night long
And those who listened to their love song
Felt a joy that grew so strong
that it would last forever.
A fiddle bow is singing this song. He is off on a quest to discover a fiddle so he can play the music he loves. There is a camp in Santa Cruz especially for his type where tunes are taught by ear. But he can't learn anything till he finds the fiddle of his dreams.
I explain that when the bow and the fiddle meet and marry it is me rejoicing in the Scottish music.
When I ask if "this looks right , that's not right" , I am noticing that the mic is off position and I fix it and restart the song;
Thanks so much for listening,
A CRISP FALL NIGHT
The BOW went out on a crisp fall night
With his rosined shoes wound up tight
All to find his heart's delight.
he was California bound.
He climbed the hills to Santa Cruz.
He could hardly wait till he could choose
The fiddle of his dreams so he could loose
His empty learning blues. ( but when he got there )
There were so many fiddles piled up high,
Which one was his , You could hear him sigh.
He called and back came one reply;
Darlin' I'm way down here.
He started diggin', shovin and cryin',
Wishin', pushin', lifting, pryin',
At last he found her sweetly lyin
And smilin' just for him.
She sang to him as he touched her strings.
And as he glided, his heart took wings.
they promised each other many fine things
And agreed that they would marry.
They sang sweet love songs all night long
And those who listened to their love song
Felt a
that it would last forever. ---------------------
At the Valley Of The Moon they tied the knot,
The BOW and the FIDDLE someone forgot.
They went to classes and they learned a lot,
And they come back every year.
In many ways, They're just like you.
You're full of passion and you come back too.
And the learnin' is simply never through.
Here's to our fiddles and Bows
Here's to our fiddles and bows
here's to our fiddles and Bows .
When I wrote this song I didn't realize how autobiographical it was, but I see that it is about me and how I always felt going each year to spend a week among 125 fiddlers all learning great music together. I was excited . Everyone throws their cases in great piles near the entrance. It is an intense learning experience and the standard is very high. The camp is called THE VALLEY OF THE MOON.
You musicians and singers can relate to the passion felt toward the music symbolized by the love felt between the Bow and the Fiddle.
I intended to sing this at camp, but due to some health difficulties I've missed the last two years. The pleasure of meeting wonderful people here has helped me a lot.
I recorded this on a Baritone Ukulele that I have cherished for 60 years.
Yodelady
(C)2008 Ann Mayo Muir BMI
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