I swore to myself come last November
I was tired I was through with this livin all alone
Slipping away from one box to another
Can you relate, I want to disconnect my phone?
But I got a buzz from a springtime bloom
I'll call, I'll collect it back to the honeycomb

I know a place where the grass adores me 
and the wind gets heavy as she explores my skin
Fish grow tough in the battered sea
There are storms in the meadow
I guess that I'm a windling

Tell me a dream that you had last summer
Don't wash it down the gutter
Your roots are in your hands
Moss grows thick in the uncut forest
It's pouring out courage
Back to the elven kin

I know a place where the grass adores me 
And the wind gets heavy as she explores my skin
Fish grow tough in the battered sea
There are storms in the meadow
I guess that I'm a windling

Walked inside the labyrinth last Halloween
Heed the call, catch the train to the Highland Queen
Singin on the heath until the selkies cry
Just followin that vision you felt you July
The roundhouse stands at the top of the hill
The Pictish thorn grows silent and still
Did you pick their berries?
Did you drink their brew? 
Did you leave them there?
They still wait for you

Three nights by the fire, you're her daughter
She spins your dreams, sews up the seams
But you start to wonder 'bout your desire
Your pain makes you run before the spell is done

And when you believed you were flying high
And when you doubted you started to die
And the children cry, believe, believe, believe, you've got everything you need!
And the children cry, believe, believe, believe, you've got everything you need!

Take the hand through the ripple in time
Trace the steps, sip the golden grail
I told myself I could never go back
The well froze over, no need to send the pail
Tell me again that dream when you were younger
Where did you go? What'd you find out there?
Lost for years in the hills of Norway
A night on the old growth fairytale

April's Fool

Old Growth Fairytale

Raven Girl, written by Richard & Mimi Fariña. Live recording. Doe Bay, Salish Sea, 2018. Heather Wolf, Dulcimer Vocals. Aleida Gehrels, Viola. Bill Panks, Violin. Jake Ransom, Kanjira. Keith Koch, Frame drum. Recording & mastering Jake Ransom.

Raven Girl

Live single take recording, dulcimer played through 1969 Fender Twin Reverb.
Vocals & Dulcimer by Heather Wolf.
Recorded & Produced by Nik Kemmer.

All my friends fell out with me,
Because I kept your company
But let them say whatever they will
I love my love, with a free good will.

One I love, Two he loves,
Three he's true to me.

They tell me he's poor
They tell me he's young
I tell them all to hold their tongue.
If they could part the sand and the sea.
Then they'll not part my love and me.

One I love, Two he loves
Three he's true to me.

Over that mountains he must go
Because his fortune is so low
With an aching heart and a troubled mind
For leaving his love so far behind.

One I love, Two he loves
Three he's true to me.

It's when I'm awake I find no rest
Until your head lies on my breast
And when I'm asleep I'm dreaming on
My one, my dear, my absent love.

One I love, Two he loves
Three he's true to me.


Songwriter Jean Ritchie.

Heather Wolf                  

One I Love (Jean Ritchie)

Live single take, mountain dulcimer played through 1969 Twin Reverb.
Vocals & dulcimer by Heather Wolf.
Produced by Nik Kemmer.

Barbara Allen (Traditional)

Live single take recording, dulcimer through 1969 Fender Twin Reverb amp.
Produced by Nik Kemmer.


Now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn on the sea
Now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company.
It's once I was free to go roaming in
The wind of the springtime mind
It's once the clouds I sailed upon
Were sweet as lilac wine
So why are the breezes of summer, dear
Enlaced with a grim design?
And where was the will of my father when
We raised our swords on high?
And where was my mother's wailing when
Our flags were justified?
And where will we take our pleasures when
Our bodies have been denied?
For I am a wild and a lonely child
And the son of an angry land
Now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
For we are the children of darkness
And the prey of a foul command.

Songwriter Richard Farina

Children Of Darkness (Richard & Mimi Fariña)

My adaptation of Jean Ritchie's Cool of the Day on Appalachian mountain dulcimer

Cool Of The Day (Jean Ritchie)

A band of troubadours wielding magical realism on the chariot of psychedelic folk rock; standing on rain-drenched bluffs above rising Anthropocene seas, howling to our feral family of creatures to come forth and give voice to this one polyphonic song of existence.

Old Growth Fairytale

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