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My Mountain

by Fred Marple

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    Yankee humorist Fred Marple sings and plays the guitar. Who knew?! Here are ten original songs about life in New England, recorded in the studio and live at the Frost Heaves comedy show. Also included with the digital download: alternate album covers, the My Mountain songbook with chords and lyrics to the songs, and bonus track.
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My Mountain 03:23
My Mountain - Ken Sheldon Cellar holes and walls of stone tell of lives lived long ago by people just like us, who laughed and cried, loved and lost, lived and died And in their time, they tilled the earth children married and gave birth all around this mountain throne they called this mountain home. CHORUS: The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn and standing guard, proud and alone That's my mountain, that's my home Grand Monadnock stands alone. There's something sacred in this peak whose trails have known Indian feet But deerskin moccasins pass on, as other boots have come and gone The feet of hunters seeking game, poets, painters, men of fame have come to capture magic here, there's something magic here.
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Goodbye, Old Man (free) 03:18
Goodbye, Old Man Goodbye, Old Man. Goodbye, old friend. You may be gone, but your spirit lives on in this rocky land. Goodbye, Old Man. That solemn brow, that craggy face, as tough as the people from so long ago who settled this place. As old as the hills, as old as the land, a primeval profile in granite not carved by human hands. Goodbye, Old Man. Like a great grandfather watching down on us all, we never thought that you would ever fall. It’s like a death in the family, it’s hard to believe. There’s an empty place where you used to be. It was a long, hard winter, and now I know how you must have felt after all those years of ice and snow. You must have been tired, and maybe you knew that when it’s your time to go there’s not much that you can do. So you slipped away in the dead of night and in the morning we saw, but couldn’t believe our eyes. Goodbye, Old Man. Goodbye, old friend. You may be gone, but your spirit lives on in this rocky land. Goodbye, Old Man. Goodbye, Old Man. Goodbye, Old Man. Goodbye, old friend.
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Burning Wood 02:15
Burning Wood - Ken Sheldon There's frost on the window pane, and the sun rising on this old town again Thermometer is hanging low, and the sky is heavy with thoughts of snow. But the smell of wood smoke in the air says someone's keeping warm somewhere It's a fellowship of pride and care Burning wood is a kind of prayer And all the men down at the coffee shop are talking about how much wood they've got how long, how dry, how much they paid, How long it took to cut it with saw and blade Well, it's ash for kindling, oak for heat, apple wood for smelling sweet, cut it early and stack it neat, as much of pride, as a source of heat And all the men down at the coffee shop are talking about how much wood they've got how long, how dry, how much they paid, How long it took to cut it with saw and blade There's frost on the window panes, and the sun setting on this old town again. Thermometer is hanging low, and the sky is heavy with thoughts of snow.
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Good Morning in Maine - Ken Sheldon Five am and the milkman has almost done his rounds. The farmer's got the eggs all sorted, he's headed into town. And in the town the baker is busy making bread, thanking his own maker for a lovely day ahead. And the milkman and the farmer, as they pass each other say, “It's a good, good morning in Maine, good morning.” It's a good, good morning in Maine. The carpenter's son Timmy is on his paper route, 27 copies of the Buckfield Times, before he gets to school. And in the school, the teacher is straightening the chairs, dusting off the blackboard, whispering a prayer, “Lord, bless each little head, and bring joy to their days, and thank you for a morning in Maine, good morning.” it's a good, good morning in Maine. Nine am and the milkman is tending to the cows the farmer's been to market, he's heading back from town and in the town the baker is setting out the bread telling Mrs. Johnson about what the milkman said and as Mrs. Johnson leaves the store, she turns to him and says, “It's a good, good morning in Maine, good morning.” It's a good, good morning in Maine. Good morning, good morning, good morning!
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Run Like a Cougar - Ken Sheldon I’d like to run like a cougar, through the woods and over mountain trails. To run with the cousin of the tiger, like a cat with a flashing tail. When the settlers moved in to this country long ago, the mountain lion ruled the woods supreme. But soon there was no room for the catamount to roam, as wooded forest turned to planted field. I’d like to run like a cougar, through the woods and over mountain trails. To run with the cousin of the tiger, like a cat with a flashing tail. And now they are so few, and very rarely seen, the giant cats that roamed the countryside. But sometimes in the night, you can hear the lonely sound of a cougar crying for the days gone by. I’d like to run like a cougar, through the woods and over mountain trails. To run with the cousin of the tiger, like a cat with a flashing tail.
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When It’s Time to Say Goodbye - Ken Sheldon First of all, if I could speak, I’d just say thanks to you, for loving me for giving me a family, someone there watching over me I know this is hard for you, losing a friend is never easy to do. And good-bye is the hardest part, it always seems to tear a hole in your heart So it's OK, you can cry. But I want you to know, I'll be all right. Love goes on, it does not die, when it’s time to say good-bye. Clocks wind down, and we do too. There is really nothing we can do. Fragile flowers bloom and fade. That’s just how you and I were made . We’re fields of grass, we’re not here long, we laugh today, and then we’re gone headed for a distant shore, ‘cause this is not our final home So it's OK, you can cry. But I want you to know, I'll be all right. Love goes on, it does not die, when it’s time to say good-bye. Cause life can be lonely, can’t it? And everyone needs a friend So now and then you take your chances, give your heart away, and then… You cared for me, watched me grow, now it’s time for you to let me go But the hands that made me, hold me still, and I am sure that they always will. So it's OK, you can cry. But I want you to know, I'll be all right. Love goes on, it does not die, when it’s time to say good-bye. When it’s time to say good-bye.
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End of the Summer Waltz - Ken Sheldon In the cool of the evening, as we walk through the field. The wind whispers breezes in the tops of the trees. The tall grass of August is like the waves of the sea, and we go wading, waltzing for an hour, through the weeds and the flowers of the field. It's the end of the summer, there's a change in the air. The green of the forest turns to red here and there. The smell of wild roses, stills clings to the vine, and I'm so happy, walking with you, waltzing with your hand in mine, my, my, my, my Oooh, oooh, lai-dee-di, lai de-di Oooh, oooh, lai-dee-di, lai de-di Underneath the old apple trees, all the grass is pressed down, where the deer have been sleeping on the soft summer ground But now the trail leads them back to their deep forest den, once again as the road leads us home to a wood-fired stove, till the coming of spring, and we'll sing Oooh, oooh, lai-dee-di, lai de-di Oooh, Oooh, end of the summer, we waltz.
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released May 17, 2021

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Yankee humorist Fred Marple has appeared on radio, TV (NH Chronicle) and in the pages of Yankee Magazine, New Hampshire Magazine, and many others. He is the author of “Welcome to Frost Heaves,” a collection of stories from the most under-appreciated town in New Hampshire. Fred’s video spoof “Yoga for Yankees” has been viewed over 6 million times on-line. ... more

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