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I remember a better place
A dream of going home to Rosemerryn
Newly built
A southwest warmth
A northern light

Hand sized slates, hand hewn
Awaiting lichen and moss
The stable door, half open
The granites feldspan, glistening


Are the brown snails still there
The unused woodpile, the hearth unlit,
The oaks, their leaves turning now.
The pictures from each window
From each pane
The unrung bell
The pictures half painted,
my easel and Isabella
waiting.

Benjamin Eastlake Leader
Fell in the trenches of France
One of the many who fell in the war
That made no sense when looking back
An artist and a painter
Left his new home in Rosemerryn
In a grove of trees near Larmorna cove
On the granite cliffs down by the sea.

If he would have known
What was waiting for him there,
He could have hid away
In the ancient cave behind the house
And held onto a life,
that would quickly fade, with each day
but to live with the shame would be better than
to leave Isabella
forever.

credits

from Album: The Rivers Call (2013), released September 1, 2013
Chuck LeMonds – acoustic guitar, vocals
Klaus Ambrosch – electric guitar
Peter Herbert – upright bass
Reinhardt Winkler- drums

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Chuck LeMonds’ music is a kind of Country Soul gumbo of blues, folk, funk and country with poetic lyrics that call to be heard. In times like these, the music and songwriting of Chuck LeMonds has the effect of a soothing balsam for the soul, or that of a plow turning over fresh soil in a field waiting to be planted in spring. ... more

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