I was sleeping on the sofa last night…..it was around 7-ish or so. Now and then I’d rise from my dreams to that state of consciousness that hovers between dark and light…..I’d hear music so sweet, so haunting but I couldn’t quite wake up. Back down to dreamland and the comfort of oblivion. But everytime I’d rise I’d want to wake up and see where this beautiful music was coming from…..I recognized the violin, the dulcimer (love the dulcimer) and the flute….the music causing half-dreams of misty mountains and emerald lakes.

During one such rising I heard a song that pulled up a memory from the very deepest, buried part of my psyche. I haven’t heard since I was a wee lass (sorry, couldn’t resist *grins*).
It was The Storms Are On The Oceans….

I’m going away for to leave you love
I’m going away for a while
But I’ll return to you sometime
If I go ten thousand miles

The storms are on the ocean
And the heavens may cease to be
This world may lose it’s motion love
If I prove false to thee

Oh who’s gonna shoe your pretty little feet
Who’s gonna glove your little hand
Who’s gonna kiss your ruby red lips
When I’m in a foreign land

Oh see that lonesome turtledove
As he flies from pine to pine
He’s a mourning for his own true love
Just the way I mourn for mine

That finally awakened me to find the TV on PBS and a band called Fire In The Kitchen playing the lovely music, self-described as “playing Appalachian and Celtic music”.
Go here to listen to a sample…..I looked on YouTube but only found one video with bad sound. Bad. Sound.

I had a fitful night but everytime I woke up I heard this music in my head…..and it lulled me back to sleep, pushing the worrisome thoughts away.

Now it’s time for my Sunday morning ritual of visiting Adrasto’s and his Sunday Morning Video.

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