Amazing, as always.  Really tight harmonies

Written by Stephen Foster, 1854.

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard Times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door;
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

There's a pale drooping maiden who toils her life away,
With a worn heart whose better days are o'er:
Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day,
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

It's a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave,
It's a wail that is heard upon the shore
It's a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave
Oh! Hard times come again no more.

Hard Times Come Again No More

Primitive Smile

Meredith

1 - JS Main Title

This is a song my wife Charlotte and I did as a Xmas card to our friends and family back east in 1985. 

California Xmas

The focus of this music is to bring you to the present and feel the space around you and in the atmospheres I've created. It's a slowing evolving piece that builds tension and releases. It's attended to be listened to during meditation and yoga. 

Baadalon

Lightning burns up the sky
Who dares to pass
Who dares to cry

Embers brighter than gold
Burn at the heels
Of those who behold

Does the grace of the Devil sound make you shiver in your grave?
Like a train full of thunder bound down the road to Hell we pave

Sinners deeper than night
Break at the bones
‘Fore bodies can die

Cowards grayer than coal
Smolder in sorrow
In miscreant folds

Does the grace of the Devil sound make you shiver in your grave?
Like a train full of thunder bound down the road to Hell we pave
Like a train full of thunder bound

Spirits swaying like chimes 
Withered as fruit 
Dead on the vine

Rulers with fortune in tears
Those who breed strife
And consume only fear

Lover, I'll meet you there
Land of the lost
Who couldn't beware

Does the grace of the Devil sound make you shiver in your grave?
Like a train full of thunder bound down the road to Hell we pave

Does the grace of the Devil sound make you shiver in your grave?
Like a train full of thunder bound

Devil's Sound (Single Version)

My hickory-smoked version of Deck The Halls. (with apologies to Wilson Pickett)

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Town Hall is the first single from Youth in a Roman Field's upcoming album, Storm Conductor. Purchase the single at https://youthinaromanfield.bandcamp.com/ and peorder the album at www.youthinaromanfield.com.

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Our cover of Jolene.  Not the Dolly one.  The other one.

Devil's Sound (Single Version)

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