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Lead and Backing vocals: David Francey Guitar and backing vocals: Dave Clarke Bass: Simon Lepage Red Winged Blackbird Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road, Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road. He’ll be there beside the river, When winter finally breaks its bones, He’ll be king among the rushes, He’ll be master of his home. Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road. Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road. Safe as Moses in the rushes, Builds his home on the river wide, Every time I hear him singing, Makes me feel like spring inside. Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road. Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged black bird down my road. He’ll be in there singing his heart out, He’ll be telling me stories too, Of where he went to winter last year, Of how he’s going back there too. Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road, Thought I heard a red winged blackbird, Red winged blackbird down my road. Words and Music: David Francey (1989)

Come Rain or Come Shine Long road, dark night, nothing but headlights But I’ll see some bright lights, when I get home to you Framed in your doorway with your arms open wide I’ll hold you in my arms, enfold you inside And I want to tell you Come rain or come shine That I’ll always be your love If you’ll always be mine Sometimes I wonder what you see in me Is it someone you’re wishing or hoping I’ll be? Sometimes I wonder, I can’t help myself Will your love go someplace, with somebody else? And I want to tell you Come rain or come shine That I’ll always be your love If you’ll always be mine Sometimes you wonder what I see in you Just picture the sun on an ocean of blue Just picture that ocean so deep and so wide Feel the sun on the water, feel the pull of the tide And I want to tell you Come rain or come shine That I’ll always be your love If you’ll always be mine Words and Music: David Francey, (1989)

Lead and harmony vocals: David Francey Guitar: Geoff Somers Paper Boy Down to the agent’s shop I’d go I’d shoulder my bag down the Irvine Road Past the council houses, row on row When I was a paperboy With the Daily Record and the Peoples Friend I’d go down to the Sunnyside again Under the bridge, where the railway bends When I was a paperboy And my feet flew in the morning light Racing the dawn as the sky grew bright And everything in the world was right When I was a paperboy I’d walk the morning and the empty streets Would ring to the sound of my own two feet And I’d walk in step to my own heartbeat When I was a paperboy As the rain rolled down the back of my neck I delivered the news of death and sex Rhodesia, Speck and Malcolm X When I was a paperboy Crow in a tree top, way up high Hung as a warning, left to die And the moaning wind, in the morning sky When I was a paperboy Words and Music: David Francey (Feb. 24, 1998)

Lead vocal: David Francey Guitar, percussion, backing vocal: Kieran Kane Guitar: Kevin Welch Mandolin: Fats Kaplin The Waking Hour I wake to the radio morning news Just as the day is dawning I watch from the window while a passing cloud Dulls the hopeful morning And I wonder will the girl I love Come back with the morning But the omen crow at the waking hour Has given me fair warning And the heart, that’s breaking Never makes a sound She was once my hearts delight My need and my desire She was my day, she was my night My water and my fire And I was once the same to her When we still walked together But my heavy heart, at the waking hour’s Expecting heavy weather And the heart, that’s breaking Never makes a sound I know love I’ve seen loves face I understand its sorrow For every love I’ve ever had Has always met tomorrow Though I am Wednesday’s child of woe I try not to be ungrateful But I was born at midnight black With a heart that can be hateful Words and Music: David Francey (Ayers Cliff, May 31, 2000)

Vocals: David Francey Guitar, backing vocals: Mark Westberg Banjo: Chris Coole Baritone guitar, mandolin: Darren McMullen Fiddle: John Showman Lonely Road Sun comes up, sun goes down Sky and Prairie and another town The broken line a stuttered code No sign ahead just the lonely road Headlights in the skewed rear view A thousand miles or more from you Where the eighteen wheelers haul their loads No sign ahead Just the lonely road The streets of Heaven are paved with gold And the road to Hell is paved with souls Someone loves me this I know Somewhere down the lonely road The dark of night the headlights shine Are reminders of what’s left behind The wipers sweep and the tail light glow No sign ahead just the lonely road Me I just have home in mind What’s ahead gets left behind North of Seven it’s rock and snow And a gravel right on a lonely road A final bend, home at the end Of the lonely road. Words and Music: David Francey April 20th 2007 Aurora Ontario

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Fiddle, mandoline: Gaston Bernard Bass: Simon Lepage Blue Water Well I’m crossing blue water, Got a blue moon above. And I’m sailing up harbour, To the girl that I love, Gonna rock her and roll her, In the oceans own bed, Gonna Jump in and swim, ‘til I’m over my head, In blue water, in blue water. Well I ain’t no sailor, I tell you no lie, On dry land I was born, On dry land I will die, But I’d cross any ocean, And I’d sail any sea, If I thought it would bring you back, Closer to me, By blue water, by blue water. Sometimes I fell like I’m always at sea, Always pulled by the tides of the times, In the faces and places that beckon to me, My heart always knows its own mind. Well my father was a sailor, In the Royal Navy, Sailed many an ocean, And many a sea, He returned to my mother, And he married her then, He never set sail, On those grey ships again. Sometimes I fell like I’m always at sea, Always pulled by the tides of the times, In the faces and places that beckon to me, My heart always knows its own mind, Well I’m crossing blue water, Got a blue moon above, And I’m sailing up harbour, To the girl that I love, Gonna rock her and roll her, In the oceans own bed, Gonna jump in and swim, ‘til I’m over my head in blue water, In blue water. Words and Music: David Francey (1990)

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Broken Glass Saw you standing in the cafeteria line I’d have given the world just to make you mine Saw you at your locker, in the high school hall And it didn’t take a minute for my heart to fall And when you hear a sound like broken glass That’s my heart everytime that girl walks past When you hear a sound like the rush of wind It’s just me catching my breath again Saw you on the bus, on the way back home You were sitting so pretty, sitting all alone Couldn’t think of anything much to say Except I’ll love you forever, ‘til my dying day And when you hear a sound like broken glass That’s my heart everytime that girl walks past When you hear a sound like the rush of wind It’s just me catching my breath again Seeing her now makes me think of then And I remember how and I remember when You’d go to a party hoping that she’d show Then you’d dance in the darkness to Abbey Road And when you hear a sound like broken glass That’s my heart everytime that girl walks past When you hear a sound like the rush of wind It’s just me catching my breath again

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar and bouzouki: Craig Werth Fiddle: Geoff Somers Percussion: Shane Simpson Ballad of Bowser MacRae I was born in Cape Breton Born by the sea By the Seal Island bridge In sweet Boularderie But by age seventeen There was nothing for me So I headed for Thorold Washed up on the beach I slept in the Jungle Lived hard took a fall ‘Til I found myself standing At the SIU hall And with nothing to stay for No kids and no wife I signed on that morning For the rest of my life My back it was strong And that strength never failed Up the Detroit River On the Ferndale I sailed And now I am married To the woman I love She’s a gift I was given From Heaven above And I call every morning And I call every night She’s all I ever wanted She’s the love of my life Tonight down the line I heard my boy say Daddy I miss you More every day But when I hear your voice Then I feel alright I love you Daddy Good luck and good night And now in the evening When we talk on the phone She says I love you darling When you coming back home I was born in Cape Breton Born by the sea By the Seal Island bridge In sweet Boularderie Words and Music: David Francey. June 4th, 2005

Lead and harmony vocals: David Francey Guitar: Mark Westberg Mandolin: Darren McMullen Banjo:Chris Coole Satellite I lived along, a rutted road Where darkness fell, like a heavy load The firmament, was fixed and still Above the dark, of Bunker Hill I like the twinkling of the lights I’m watching for a satellite The shooting stars fall way too fast They burn so bright, but they never last And the planets pass, as slow as death Across the sky, from East to West I like the twinkling of the light I’m watching for a satellite No movement in, that field of stars Set in time, in distance far Then from horizons edge, a light A spark of man, in lonely flight Alone among the heavenly host A metal heart, directed ghost For all the glories, all around Eyes firmly fixed, upon the ground I recognize that lonely light Reflected from a satellite Words and Music: David Francey. Ayers Cliff, May 16th, 2002

Lead vocal: David Francey Guitar: Kieran Kane Guitar, shaker: Kevin Welch Dobro: Fats Kaplin Morning Train I met Jesus in the morning He was waiting for a train Said He thought it might be time To come down and explain How wrong it was to do some things And do them in His name He said “ after all everybody’s Riding on this train” I met Buddha in the subway In the subway underground Saw his smile slowly fade I saw him look around He said He wished we’d understand And do so in His name He said “ after all everybody’s Riding on this train” Met Allah on the el train Above the city streets We rattled down the railway line Looked down upon the meek He said He wondered why it was Some never felt the pain He said “ after all everybody’s Riding on this train” I saw the Devil standing At the station in the rain He had a smile upon his face Self satisfied and vain He said”Heaven is its own reward” I don’t have to explain He said”after all, everybody’s Riding on this train.” Words and music: David Francey, Ans Denmark, 02/09/03

Lead and backing vocal: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Fiddle: Gaston Bernard Hard Steel Mill Every day about this time, I’m pushin’ down, To the border line, And in theWest, The rollin’ hills’ And the false dawn risin’ From a hard steel mill. And from the bridge, A strip of sand, Between the lake, And no mans land, Stretchin’ down, The harbour wide, Into the shadow, Of the factory side. And from the bridge, From up on high, I see the people, Passin’ by. In through the gates, To the grey beyond, Where they’ll be workin’, ‘til the work is done. And every day, About this time, I’m pushin’ down, To the border line, And in the West, The rollin’ hills, And the false dawn risin’, From a hard steel mill. Drivin’ by, Sometimes I feel, I spend my life, In this cage on wheels. While from the fires, ‘cross the blackened fields, Will come the bands, Of shinin’ steel. Every day, about this time, I’m pushin’ down, To the border line. And in the West, The rollin’ hills, And the false dawn risin’, From a hard steel mill. Words and Music: David Francey (1994)

Vocals: David Francey Guitar: Mark Westberg The Flower of Colonsay She stands there looking out to sea She turns around and looks at me And I was in love as I could be With the Flower of Colonsay I lost my heart when I saw her there Her beauty caught me unawares Her laughter, bells, in the evening air Was ringing out to me The fiddle notes fly pure and high Into sparkling air into empty sky And I can’t help but wonder What’s holding you to me? But I’m so in love, I’m so in love, As in love as I could be With the fairest flower The fairest flower The flower of Colonsay The flowers here are hidden things Sheltered from the calving winds Their beauty sometimes hard to find But beauty’s all I see I’m so in love I’m so in love I’m in love as I could be With the fairest flower, the fairest flower With the Flower of Colonsay Now the ferry waits for the coming night And the final dimming of the light And I sail off like I had no tie Sand and rock and sea The telephone and all the rest The time apart in the wilderness I feel that weight inside my chest Heart heavy as can be Did all I could to make it last And when it finally came to pass The time apart, the distance vast Finally did for me And I’m still in love I’m still in love As in love as I could be With the fairest flower, the fairest flower The Flower of Colonsay The Flower of Colonsay Words and music: David Francey. Jan 10 2017

Vocals: David Francey Mandolin:Geoff Somers Guitar: Dave Clarke Annie’s House I went down to Annie’s house Down the road and across the river And I stood there in the warm sunshine And I wished that day would last forever And I look upon her face so fair And I cannot see what shadows lie Behind the smile that lights her face Behind the kind and open eyes In these green New Hampshire hills, The town lies nestled, clapboard white Sits in silence, picture-still Sleeping in the warm sunlight I walked down the empty street Can’t see behind the window glass Can’t see the town that lies beneath Between the present and the past I went down to Annie’s house Down the road and across the river And I stood there in the warm sunshine And I wished the day would last forever I stood upon a rounded rock I stood upon the flowing water And I was safe and warm within The kindness of the postman’s daughter I went down to Annie’s house Down the road and across the river And I sat there in the warm sunshine And I wished the day would last forever Words and Music: David Francey, April 19th, 2002

Lead and backing vocal: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Border Line Four in the mornin’, twenty below, With the sun comin’ up over Buffalo. I’ll be turnin for home, with a load to go, Comin’ back from the border line. Three hours passin’ through the customs gate, Three hours out and I’m runnin’ late, Tryin’ to make a livin’, haulin’ that freight, Comin’ back from the border line. Well I think of my baby, fast asleep, When the sun comes callin’ the new day leaps, From horizon to windshield, To the locket where I keep her always. Down by the bridge, by the brokers sign, I’m wired on coffee and hurtin’ for time, Got my eye on a blue horizon line.. The highway slithers like a golden snake, Between the darkened sky, and the frozen lake, And my hearts still hopin’ that you might wait, Comin’ back from the border line. Well I think of my baby fast asleep, When the sun comes callin’ the new day leaps, From horizon to windshield, To the locket where I keep her always. Down by the bridge by the brokers sign, I’m wired on coffee and hurtin’ for time, Got my eye on a blue horizon line. Four in the mornin’,twenty below, With the sun comin’ up over Buffalo, I’ll be turnin’ for home, with a load to go, Comin’ back from the border line. Words and Music: David Francey (1993)

Lead vocals: David Francey Guitar, percussion, backing vocals: Kieran Kane Guitar: Kevin Welch Mandolin: Fats Kaplin Ashtabula Kelli drove us down the lake On a bright Ohio day To look across the railway yards At the hoppers painted grey That coal train from Kentucky She’s come a long long way Down to Ashtabula On a sunny summers day We walked down to the harbour Down to the harbour side Where the coal was piled up waiting High and black and wide Waiting for the lakers To carry it away Down in Ashtabula On a sunny summers day And the tilting bridge Itself swings back And sail is given way And the cobbled streets That climb the hill Are fading red to grey In the maritime museum High above the waves Pictures of the past recalled In black and white and grey The Masters and the ships are gone Long since passed away Down in Ashtabula On a sunny summers day Words and Music: David Francey. June 15th 2003

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Nearly Midnight Moon is high There’s a veil of cloud Like a wedding dress A funeral shroud The land lies sleeping Stark and still Chain of lights On the darkened hills It’s nearly midnight And I’m nearly home And I’m travelling down This road alone Snow and shadow Blue moon light Farmhouse window Warm and bright Promised shelter From winter winds Absolution For a passing sin It‘s nearly midnight And I’m nearly home And I’m travelling down This road alone On a silver journey Through the night The distant stars Winter bright In the darkened world Of this road I’m on You are the light The coming dawn Lake lies silent Still as stone Hard as rock White as bone The telephone poles Stagger drunken home Down the twisted roads Of the great unknown And it’s nearly midnight And I’m nearly home And I’m travelling down This road alone Words and music: David Francey, Knowlton, QC. Dec. 2000

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Skating Rink The music from the skating rink Drifts across the town The stars of heaven high above Forever looking down I stand here looking upward, And I’m listening to the sound Of the village in the lonely heart of winter The lights above the skating rink Illuminate the scene And on the snow the shadows show Footsteps where we’ve been And Danny’s breath hangs motionless Hovers like a dream Above his head, in the lonely heart of winter The sky above the skating rink The blackened weight of space Falls endless on the frozen world Upon the saving grace Of the lights around the skating rink Laughing in the face Of the darkness at the lonely heart of winter Words and Music: David Francey, Ayers Cliff QC. February 19th, 2002

Vocal: David Francey Bouzouki: Kieran Kane Guitar, Cell phone: Kevin Welch Fiddle: Fats Kaplin Highway 95 Three crosses in a copse of trees A long way from Calvary Kiltered in the southern breeze In Northern Carolina Words of God are advertised High above in an empty sky I feel sad and I don’t know why In Northern Carolina Driving down the 95 Left winter far behind Might rain but I don’t mind I’ve got the window down Woman in the Welcome House She’s a flower of South Words are jewels in her mouth In Northern Carolina Had the Southland on my mind Crossed the Mason-Dixon Line I’m a long way from my kind In Northern Carolina Driving down the 95 Left winter far behind Might rain but I don’t mind I’ve got the window down Three crosses in a copse of trees Along way from Calvary Kiltered in the Southern breeze In Northern Carolina Words and Music: David Francey, February 3rd 2002

Lead vocal: David Francey Guitar, backing vocal: Kieran Kane Guitar: Kevin Welch Mandolin: Fats Kaplin Ankle Tattoo I was at the bus station That terminal place With the rest of the desperate Who’ve fallen from grace Where eyes are averted Where other eyes stare Man talking to somebody Nobody’s there The terminal cases They’re impossibly young An old man is asking If I’ve seen his son The cops do a walk through Bottles slip into bags And the beggar boy Standing there Hanging in rags Nothing much changes Just the passing of time And the faces that wait At the end of the line And the eyes, they get raised To the blue of the screen To the comings and goings Of men and machines And I think very likely The departure of dreams The arrival of the midnight hour There’s a girl with her legs Got an ankle tattoo It’s an ugly reminder In four shades of blue And the bad boys, the rude boys They’re into the game And they keep their eyes open For the halt and the lame Nothing much changes Just the passing of time And the faces that wait At the end of the line Words and music: David Francey. August, 2003

Lead vocal: David Francey Guitar and backing vocal: Mark Westberg Guitar and banjo: Chris Coole Cittern, upright bass: Darren McMullen Fool Oh my what a fool I’ve been Oh my what a fool I’ve been I’ve been dragged around by my heart again Oh my what a fool I’ve been Oh my the mess I’ve made Oh my the mess I’ve made And there’s nothing left I can say Oh my the mess I’ve made Oh my the shape I’m in Oh my the shape I’m in On a standing eight for my heart again Oh my the shape I’m in Never saw it coming I can tell you that Never saw it coming And that’s a fact Oh my I’m missing you Oh my I’m missing you And there’s not a thing that I can do Oh my I’m missing you On a winters morning On a winters walk I looked at her in wonder And I could not talk Oh my what a fool I’ve been Oh my what a fool I’ve been I’ve been dragged around by my heart again Oh my what a fool I’ve been Words and Music: David Francey. Toronto 2014

Vocal: David Francey Dulcimer: Craig Werth The Gate By the gate he said he loved her By the gate up on the hill There was the bluest sky above her A moment she remembers still More than sixty winters past Sixty summers come and gone Now there’s one heart left here waiting Time a river flowing on I stood there with my heart breaking Breaking just to hear the words Still she hears him talking to her In the singing of the birds And they tell her he still loves her And they say he always will And they say he’s waiting for her By the gate up on the hill Words and Music: David Francey. November 7th 2005, Glasgow Scotland

Lead and harmony vocal: David Francey Guitar: Chris Coole Mandolin: Darren McMullen Brushes: Mark Westberg Drums: Colin Francey Rain Clouds gather And the rain falls And it fills the well That feeds us all And I’m loathe To complain But its been years Of hard rain The heart knows Its own mind The heart sees And the hearts blind And the heart breaks Like a window pane Till it can’t stop All the hard rain Rain Rain Rain Rain The heart sings Its own song Loves here Then loves gone And is it love If you love in vain Is the sound of love Just a hard rain Love rights It’s own wrongs Lights the way And leads us on And the sun will shine In the sky again On the other side Of this hard rain Rain Rain Rain Rain Words and music: David Francey. Elphin Ont. 2010

Lead vocal: David Francey Electric guitar: Mark Westberg Banjo: Chris Coole Mandolin and upright bass: Darren McMullen Empty Train It’s a lonely station I’m waiting at My tickets bought and my bags are packed My shoes are lead and my feet are clay I can’t stand alone can’t run away Every day is much the same And I rattle on like an empty train The rounded hills are rusty brown The river winds its way through town The trains don’t stop, don’t have the time They’re heading somewhere Down the line The whistle howls its sad refrain To the rattle of an empty train I wonder where I’m going to be I wonder what’s ahead for me I wonder how I can rise above I wonder who I’m going to love A heart that loved but loved in vain Rattles on like an empty train Words and Music: David Francey. Ashcroft BC. 2010

Lead and harmony vocals: David Francey Banjo: Geoff Sommers Slide guitar: David Woodhead Far End of Summer Up above, the moon and stars, Shine down on the streetlights, And the passing cars. And the silence falls, on everyone, And I’m walking my dog, Where the trains used to run, In a small town, at the far end, Of Summer. I wave to Mike, Mike waves to me, He runs the gas station, By the factory. And the tractor-trailers, lay their burdens down, In the parking lot, In the middle of town, In a small town, at the far end , Of Summer. And I hear the sound, of shifting stones, Every step I take, On the way back home, Dog casts a shadow, on the cenotaphs face, And I watch a stars, Slow fall from grace, In a small town, at the far end, Of Summer. A moth is beating, against the screen, The air smells of farms, And gasoline, And the kids at the park, Have nothing to do, And I’m sitting on my back steps, Thinking of you, In a small town, at the far end, Of Summer. Words and Music: David Francey, September 16th, 1999. Ayers Cliff

Vocals: David Francey Guitar, backing vocals: Mark Westberg Banjo: Chris Coole Mandolin, Bass: Darren McMullen Fiddle: James McKie Fiddle: John Showman Only Love Love is a market place Love is a burning feast Love is a cowering thing Love is a raging Beast Love is an empty stare Love is the longest night Love is a waking dream Love is the morning light Maybe that's all there is Maybe that's all there is Maybe that's all there Is Only love Love is a wilderness Love is a lonely hall Love is forgiveness Love is a midnight call Love is a lesson learned Love is a guilty mind Love is a candle lit Love is a vacant sign Maybe that's all there... Love is a longing kiss Love is a leap of faith Love is hand in hand Love is a landing place Love can make you laugh Love can make you sing Loves at the broken heart Of everything Maybe that's all there is..... Words and Music: David Francey. Elphin Ontario. (April 2017)

Vocals: David Francey Guitar, backing vocals: Mark Westberg Banjo, backing vocals: Chris Coole Mandolin, backing vocals: Darren McMullen Walking in Jerusalem Oh John Oh John What did you say? I'll meet you there On the crowning day The light will shine For all to see It'll shine on you and me I'm gonna be ready I'm gonna be ready I'm gonna be ready Walkin in Jerusalem Just like John Some come sick and some come lame All come walkin in Jesus name We'll be walkin the best we can Every woman and every man I'm gonna be.... When I die Won't you bury me In a cedar box under a cedar tree And will you dance And will you sing When I fly to heaven On my cedar wings I'm gonna be.....

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Saints and Sinners It was Sunday morning in our town And I sat on my steps And I stared at the ground And I bowed my head while they shuffled past All the saints being called to the morning mass And off in the distance there rang a bell Way off ion the distance there rang a bell And it rang for the saints and the sinners as well Way off in the distance there rang a bell I remember the lessons of Sunday school And I can’t help but think maybe I’m the fool But I see no sign of a greater plan Just the joy and the sorrow of my fellow man And off in the distance there rang a bell Way off in the distance there rang a bell And it rang for the saints and the sinners as well Way off in the distance there rang a bell And here we stand while life rushes past Between the first breath and the last And here we stand between east and west And here we stand between birth and death I was watching the news the other night There was a war on the Left there was a war on the Right And it’s no surprise that it’s us or them It’s a long way from heaven to Bethlehem And off in the distance there rang a bell Way off in the distance there rang a bell And it rang for the saints and the sinners as well Way off in the distance there rang a bell Words and Music: David Francey 1997. Ayers Cliff.

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Fiddle: Geoff Somers February Morning Drive. The trees that stood in the woods out back, Lie by the roadway, cut and stacked. And the logging trucks tear the two lane down, And it’s a double line all the way to town. These are the things that greet my eyes, On the February morning drive. I wave to Troy as he flashes by, Sun rising red in the eastern sky. I look to my left at the flashing yield, At a murder of crows, in a stubble field. These are the things that greet my eyes, On the February morning drive. The chimney smoke is lying low, Shrouds the town in the valley below. The morning dawning , sharp and fair, No breath of wind, in the winter air. These are the things that greet my eyes, On the February morning drive. Winters white is lying still, Over the fields and the shadowed hills, And far below the Spring sleeps sound, In the hardened heart of the frozen ground. These are the things that greet my eyes, On the February morning drive. Words and Music: David Francey ( February 2000, Ayers Cliff )

Lead vocals: David Francey Guitar and backing vocal: Craig Werth Kansas In the land of the midnight sun Snow and stone to kingdom come Ragged clouds, a sky of blue Kansas I dream of you I met her there so far from home Both of us ourselves alone The old world left behind for new Kansas I dream of you Oh, Kansas I dream of you, Kansas I dream of you Tell me what am I to do, Kansas I dream of you Kansas I dream of you, Kansas I dream of you Tell me what am I to do, Kansas I dream of you Left behind the great Midwest Here is where she came to rest We may never meet again, it’s true Kansas I dream of you And once again night fails to fall On the broken towers of the mountain wall No promised dark to veil the view Kansas I dream of you Oh, Kansas I dream of you, Kansas I dream of you Tell me what am I to do, Kansas I dream of you Kansas I dream of you, Kansas I dream of you Tell me what am I to do, Kansas I dream of you Words and Music: David Francey, Palmer, Alaska, June 14, 2006

Vocals: David Francey Guitar and harmony vocals: Mark Westberg Bouzouki: Darren mcMullen Banjo: Chris Coole Pandora’s Box What’s it like behind those eyes That watch the weary world go by Unnoticed and unrecognized Unbowed, uncowed, unbroken Pandora’s Box wide open Hasp and hinges broken Pandora’s Box wide open Amid the braying of the herd The steady fraying of the nerves The din of a million million words All better left unspoken Pandora’s Box wide open Hasp and hinges broken Pandora’s Box wide open When everybody has a say When any dog can have his day No leash to keep the beast at bay No muzzle to get in the way The measured words of discontent A quiet voice raised in dissent The wheels of justice badly bent Bent and all but broken Pandora’s Box wide open Hasp and hinges broken Pandora’s Box wide open It’s what I see I can’t deny The evidence of my own eyes Man exalted , Man despised Man all bent and broken Pandora’s Box wide open Hasp and hinges broken Pandora’s Box wide open Words and music: David Francey. May 19th 2008 Elphin Ontario.

Lead vocals: David Francey Guitar and harmony vocals: Kieran Kane Guitar: Kevin Welch Fiddle: Fats Kaplin Tonight in my dreams Tell me baby would it be alright Would it be alright If I saw you tonight If I saw you tonight saw you tonight In my dreams Tell me baby would it be okay We can be back home By the break of day If I saw you tonight Tonight in my dreams I ain’t no liar We can get higher Than Heaven above I’m telling you Baby its true This must be love We could go out, carrying on Dancing ‘til dawn With the radio on If I saw you tonight Saw you tonight In my dreams We could be dancing To a radio tune Kiss you all night By the light of the moon If I saw you tonight Tonight in my dreams I ain’t no liar We can get higher Than heaven above I’m telling you Baby its true This must be love Tell me baby would it be alright Would it be alright If I saw you tonight If I saw you tonight saw you tonight In my dreams Words and Music: David Francey. Ayers Cliff, 1994

Lead and bass vocals: David Francey Harmony vocals: Mike Ford and David Matheson Banks of the Seaway I took my love down to Summerstown, On the banks of the Seaway, Where the big ships go by, On the banks of the St. Lawrence River we lie, On the banks of that river so wide. And when we hear the Winter turn, In the sound of the blackbirds cry, I’ll take my love down to Summerstown…. And when we see the Springtime turn, To a cloud in the Summer sky, I’ll take my love down to Summerstown…… And when we feel the Summer turn, On the wind thatr the leaves will fly, I’ll take my love down to Summerstown ……., And when we hear the Autumn turn, In the Northern winds cold cry, I’l take my love down to Summerstown…… Words and music David Francey 1992.

Lead vocals: David Francey Guitar, bouzouki: Craig Werth Fiddle: Geoff Somers Percussion: Shane Simpson Backing vocals: All of the above All Lights Burning Bright We were standing the last watch At the close of the day We were downbound and laden Out from Thunder Bay ‘cross Superior, Huron And into St.Clair On a bright day in summer I found myself there Dead calm on the water As blue as the sky And we waved from the water As we slowly passed by We entered Lake Erie It was late in the day You could see that storm coming From a mile away We had all lights burning bright All lights burning bright All lights burning bright All lights burning bright The storm over took us It fell like the night And the point and the island They passed out of sight But we sailed on rock steady Set course through the storm As the sky fell around us And the wind drove us on And I thought to myself I’d be just like this ship If I kept my light burning On every trip The watch it was ended With the turn of the night And I wrote in that log book All lights burning bright We had all lights burning bright All lights burning bright All lights burning bright All lights burning bright Words and Music: David Francey. Godrich Ontario Sept.28, 2005

Vocals: David Francey Guitar: Geoff Somers Lucky Man I saw you first in the smoky, café light, Where I’d come in, from the frozen winter night, And I saw a face that put the stars to shame, I loved you ‘fore I ever knew your name, And my heart sank, lost without a trace, And it’s a lucky man, that gets to kiss your face. I’ve seen you shine in the summer, spring and fall, But its winter when I love you best of all, And I’ve seen you in the spotlight, hard and bright, And I’ve seen you in the shadows of the night. And when I see you coming, I can feel my cold heart race, And it’s a lucky man, that gets to kiss your face. I heard you singing to that empty hall, And I heard the joy that echoed off the walls, And I realized when all was said and done, That youth is never wasted on the young, And I don’t believe the silence of this place, And it’s a lucky man, that gets to kiss your face. Words and Music: David Francey. January , 2000

Vocals: David Francey Guitar: Kieran Kane Mandolin: Fats Kaplin Drums: Lucas Kane Grateful Love in the dark a sightless kiss A tending to the emptiness Love as blind as love can be We are grateful to receive The morning light, each others eyes The hollow heart at each goodbye Love that brings us to our knees We are grateful to receive Love that warms a heart of stone Love that lives on love alone Love in all its ecstasy We are grateful to receive Love in all its frailty Love as strong as love can be We say thank you, yes and please We are grateful to receive Words and Music: David Francey. Atlin, BC. July 9th 2007

Lead and backing vocals: David Francey Backing vocals: Evey Miller and Todd Gorr Torn Screen Door Late summer day and my Love and I went walkin’. Over hills and fields we walked, Laughin’ and talkin’. Came across an old farmhouse, Standing broken and bare. It used to be someones home, Now no one lives there. There’s a red barn standin’ Held together with nails and dust, And a tired old Massey-Harris, All wires and rust. Weeds over grown in A garden sown with care, It used to be someones home, Now no one lives there. And through the crack in the window pane, I hear the sound of the fallin’ rain, Another farm being left run down, Another family moved into town. Had a life that they tried to save, But the banks took it all away, Hung a sign on a torn screen door, “No body lives here no more” They worked their fingers to the bone, Nothin’ left they could call their own. Packed it in under leaden skies, With just the wheat wavin’ them goodbye, Had a life that they tried to save, But the banks took it all away. Hung a sign on a torn screen door, “Nobody lives here no more” Had a life that they tried to save, But the banks took it all away. Hung a sign on a torn screen door, “Nobody lives here no more”. Words and Music: David Francey (1990)

Lead vocals, bouzouki: David Francey Guitar: Dave Clarke Backing Vocals: Colin Francey Corpus Christi Me I come from Corpus Christi Body of Christ Dead and gone And my mothers name was Mary Mary, Queen of All The World I’m still here in Corpus Christi Body of Christ Light of the World Found myself a job to do Even found myself a girl Learned my lesson in Corpus Christi Body of Christ Saviour of men. And I know my Mama missed me Did my time, came home again Oh lord help me see And from myself Deliver me Oh Lord, help me see And from myself Deliver me. I was born in Corpus Christi Body of Christ Died for us all And I see him every Sunday Double crossed nailed to the wall David Francey March 7th 2019 Elphin Ont.