Name: Gray Hair And A Cane by Kirby Jonas in WHERE DO BUTTERFLIES GO
Duration: 3 min 35 s
Description: This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

WHERE DO BUTTERFLIES GO

Photo by Nancy Pearson, song inspired by Nancy's move from her childhood home and home of six decades. The Teton Valley just isn't the same anymore.

I'm Moving On

Soul Tie

สิ่งของคั่นเวลา

A tribute to Robert Beal, a friend much too late in my life who left us far too soon, and to all my other friends and family I would not want to have missed knowing.

The Dance (Garth Brooks cover)

Owen Leavey live at DRINK 
Eamon Lynch on Bass
Shane O'brien on Guitar

Originally by Alanis Morisette

One Hand In My Pocket

Gone Forever

This is my remake of a song I wrote a few years ago, a tribute to all those people with smiles on their faces, trying to make all those around them feel better when their own hearts are breaking in half.

Where Do Butterflies Go

Loving and sad farewell to a partner, scattering their ashes amongst the hills

Bag of Ashes

This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Read The Room

Quietly Optimistic

Óró sé do bheatha 'bhaile

Galway Bay (My dear own...)

My tribute to Toby Keith, another good one gone too young.

Don't Let The Old Man In

Antah Berantah

Sajak Embun

Chega uma hora que viver não é só estar vivo
Responder mensagem só por educação
Sentir o vento, mandar sorrisos pelo caminho
Importa mais do que chegar a alguma revelaçã

E quando ela chegar
Fechar os olhos e estar pronto para partir

Ser bem sucedido não é só estar bem vestido
Deixando a cama cedo só por obrigação
Sentir vontade, sentir o gosto pelo caminho
Importa mais do que chegar a alguma revelação

E quando ela chegar
Fechar os olhos e estar pronto para partir

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There comes a time when living is not just about being alive
Replying messages just out of politeness
Feeling the wind, sending smiles along the way
It matters more than arriving at some revelation

And when she arrives
Close your eyes and be ready to go

Being successful is not just about being well dressed
Leaving bed early just out of obligation
Feeling like it, feeling the taste along the way
It matters more than arriving at some revelation

And when she arrives
Close your eyes and be ready to go

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"Echoes of the Emerald Wood," written by Xak Stahl and hauntingly performed by Zoé Le Fleur, is a mesmerizing Celtic ballad that weaves a tale of love, loss, and ancient magic. This enchanting track, inspired by Stahl's upcoming book "Between the Lines," transports listeners to a mystical forest where memories and spirits intertwine.

Le Fleur's ethereal vocals bring to life the sorrow of a maiden mourning her lost warrior, her voice echoing through the trees like a ghostly lament. The lyrics paint vivid imagery of an ancient stone altar, serving as a focal point for the forest's accumulated grief and enduring love.

Musically, the song blends traditional Celtic instruments with contemporary folk elements, creating a timeless soundscape that perfectly complements the narrative. Gentle harps and whistles intertwine with subtle percussion, evoking the rustle of leaves and the whisper of ancient spirits.

The chorus serves as a poignant refrain, capturing the forest's silent weeping for lost souls. The bridge delves deeper into the legends surrounding the altar, adding layers of mysticism to the already rich narrative.

"Echoes of the Emerald Wood" is more than just a song; it's a portal to a world where love transcends time and nature holds the memories of those long gone. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt the weight of history in an ancient place or the enduring power of love beyond death.

Lyrics:

In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where shadows softly lie,
Stands a stone altar ancient and gray, 
beneath the open sky.
Whispers of the ancients, 
carried on the breeze,
Tell tales of love and sorrow, 
woven through the trees.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

A maiden fair with raven hair, 
stood by the altar's side,
With eyes of mist and heart of grief, 
she called the winds to guide.
Her love was lost to war's cruel hand, 
his fate unknown and cold,
But by the altar, 
she would stand, 
her story to be told.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

Legends speak of days long gone, 
where magic still held sway,
Of lovers' vows and warriors' cries, 
beneath the skies of gray.
The altar holds their secrets close, 
in moss and ivy twined,
A testament to love and loss, 
and to the ties that bind.

So if you wander through the woods, 
and find that sacred place,
Remember those who've gone before, 
and the tears upon their face.
For at the stone altar in the glade, 
their souls forever rest,
In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where love and loss are blessed.

Echoes of the Emeral Wood

Echoes of the Emerald Wood

Former cop, retired city firefighter, author of forty novels, recording artist of 213 songs ... so far. I have a long way yet to go!

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