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She could see the whole town from the top of the hill, her lungs they burned like coals. At the age of three, looking down at the trees, it came to be her first memory.
The time will pass before she can tell, the sunny scene unfolds. The songs that sing, they fill everything; it seems that it teems in our souls.
Now the stage is set, the curtain drops, the training wheels come off. The gears and cogs, be it clear or fog, turn and steer our girl around the rocks.

It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.

She became a nurse, but it was family first. She watched the county bloom. Automobiles made from Hamilton Steel, dinner shows and dancing to the boom. The pot's always on, the iron's always hot, the ships are in from sea. Clothed and fed, the kids are in bed, she sits down and takes in the breeze.

It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.

Now she sits all the time and her supper's served at five. The moments don't connect. It's an even toss of a warbride's loss. Her thoughts are just rocks growing moss.
But she falls asleep and she's back above the trees, holds her father's hand and he says, 'Dearie me, Margaret, what do you see?'. They paused and looked over the land.

It won't be measured, tied and tethered. Won't be frozen by the cold. Though you may seek it, don't try and squeeze it. Won't be bought or sold. Through stormy weather, tar and feather, truths that you'll be told. All this way just to find our way, try and find our way back home.

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a Million Dollars in Pennies Sunnybrae, British Columbia

Mike Shaver and Steph Webster combine two voices and two instruments to create story songs. They have played beer halls and empty pools, but prefer sitting, listening shows. Last summer the group rode their bicycles from Victoria, BC to Cape Spear, Newfoundland and played music along the way. They are working on a new album! ... more

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