Recorded on 4-29-23
On my iPhone 
Live at Cumbee Hall

Saw her again

Thought I saw her again last night
Dancing on the sand under twilight 
Her hips swaying like palm trees
Hair trailing through the breeze 
Sure it was her last night

Thought I saw her again last night 
Dancing down the beach through the starlight 
Gulls echo her past laughs
Waves crack like finger snaps 
Sure it was her last night

Only to enter empty rooms 
Where her cheap lilac perfume 
Is all that’s left behind

Thought I saw her again last night
Dancing on the sand beneath moonlight 
Winds whisper me her name
Years flood my eyes again
Sure it was her last night

Only to enter empty rooms 
Where her cheap lilac perfume 
Is all that’s left behind

saw her again

Like all here , I’m just trying to leave an echo !   Just trying to say I was here .  How lucky are we to live in an age when that is possible ?

reverend coldheart records with : mike shea, guitar whiz and sound designer, usually at his studio ;  mike hogan, who is a gifted bass player, usually in my kitchen ; joe ferguson, who is the original congregation and who started all this out with a christmas uke  ~   It's his fault !

Also, I’ve been jamming with Jarod, Tek, Gary and Shelbie on Sundays in a little white house out past Stilesville. We record under the name “makebelieve”. Hope to post some jams every now and then .

Since October 2023, Sunday jams with Gman and Reggie.  We record under name of:   “the charlatans”.  Or lately, the Sunday Jam.

Thank you for listening 
cole coldheart