Raising roofs in Stony Stratford....

It's been a busy time! 

There have been 3 excellent gigs.
The Great Knight Folk Club in Northampton on 2nd of April was a delight to play - thank you for having us.
The fund-raiser on 26th April for Stony Stratford RPGroup raised the roof as well as funds, and we played to a house which was bursting at the seams.
Finally, the House Concert on 10th May - what a brilliant night! Everyone crammed in and joined in, and it was a truly beautiful experience. I LOVE working in intimate spaces....! 
(Thanks Phil Underwood for sharing the evening with us and playing a great opening set, and then joining us for the last 5 numbers....) 

We've also recorded and filmed a rehearsal session (thanks, Ian) and will shortly be posting it to add  to our web presence.

And what's next?
Well, we're now looking forward to this Friday, 17th May (tickets are already selling well for 'StonyFolk' at York House in Stony Stratford), and to Buskers Supper Club on Friday, 31st May....


But very best of all.......the album is FINISHED....yessssssss.......!!!!

The GoodWife And The Collier 

(MW: vocals, Steve McDaniel: keys,  Ian Entwistle: Fiddle,  Paul Martin: guitar,  Steve Jones: bass)

They arranged for a simple wedding, under a hot autumn sun,

In her arms she carried red roses, in his he'd soon carry a gun.

She said she was glad to be married, as she knew of a Collier's life - 

Then with the ring on her finger he told her he'd made her a Soldier's wife.

When later they lay together beneath a big orange moon,

She spoke of their child and the Collier wept, said: 'Love, I'll be back soon.'

He gathered her up in his strong arms (they were blue-scarred from the seams),

They were lost in their loving this man and his wife, and found again in their dreams.

When his papers came the Goodwife sighed, and went to kiss her good man,

And helped him into his great winter coat, said: Come back to us when you can.'

And like all Goodwives she waited, then she bore them a child in May,

And she sang of the dove and the rainbow who'd return to their home one day.

 

When later that year he was buried to a single salute from a gun,

In her arms she carried red roses, but he never did hold their son.

They'd arranged for a simple wedding before they knew he'd be gone - 

In her arms she carried red roses but he never did hold their son....

No, he never did hold their son.

(MW)