| High Sierra | Turncoat |
| Chasin' Sanborn | All the Countryside |
| I'm Time | On the Road to Canada |
| Oh, Susannah | Beginnings |
| Off to Sea | Do What Motleys Do |
| Mountain Time | Dreams |
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1980 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
Spring is melting into summer
Hibernation comes to end
A tiny bud opens to blossom
A brand new cycle has begun
Under the sun
High Sierra you’re a season
High Sierra you’re a song
High Sierra there’s so many reasons
We care about you
We’ve cared about you for so long
Fragileness grows into stronger
Awkwardness begins to wane
Life’s unfolding like a novel
A new page is written everyday
So we say
High Sierra you’re a season
High Sierra you’re a song
High Sierra there’s so many reasons
We care about you
We’ve cared about you for so long
Should there be another time
We choose to chase the Moon
Our love for you will always be the same
High Sierra you’re a season
High Sierra you’re a song
High Sierra there’s so many reasons
We care about you
We’ve cared about you for so long
Ah High Sierra
High Sierra
Ooh…
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1983 and 2007 – All Right Reserved
Earth
n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
When
I was seven maybe eight, Heck, I don’t know
I
had myself a Billy goat that kept me on the go
runnin’,
jumpin’, kickin’ buttin’
Yep,
he did all that, he’d knock me flat, grab my hat
And
I’d say dang-it, bring-it back
Chasin’
Sanborn up the hills
Chasin’
Sanborn through the town
Sometime’s
I swear he ate half the neighborhood down
Chasin’
Sanborn round and round
Round
and round, round and round and round
One
day my mother said you kids, Be home before dark
So
we struck off like boy and goat to play our in the park
runnin’,
jumpin’, kickin’ buttin’
Like
only he could do, we ran till I turned blue
Then
he ate my tennis shoes
Chasin’
Sanborn up the hills
Chasin’
Sanborn through the town
Sometime’s
I swear he ate half the neighborhood down
Chasin’
Sanborn round and round
Round
and round, round and round and round
One
night when we were fast asleep camped way out on a hill
Sanborn
rose to guard us all from sounds that broke the still
runnin’,
jumpin’, kickin’ buttin’
Sanborn did his stuff, someone yelled – ‘Hey that’s enough,
I
give, I ain’t that tough!’
Chasin’
Sanborn up the hills
Chasin’
Sanborn through the town
Sometime’s
I swear he ate half the neighborhood down
Chasin’
Sanborn round and round
Round
and round, round and round and round
Well
the very next day we celebrated Sanborn’s heroic feat
‘Cuz
caught the guy who had robbed, Mr’s Chase’s Coffee Plant on Market Street
runnin’,
jumpin’, kickin’ buttin’
Happy
as he could be
Sanborn’s
name made history
Adorning
Cans and Company!
Chasin’
Sanborn up the hills
Chasin’
Sanborn through the town
Sometime’s
I swear he ate half the neighborhood down
Chasin’
Sanborn round and round
Round
and round, round and round and round
Chasin’
Sanborn round and round
Round
and round, round and round and round
“Sanborn
come back here with the seat or my pants
I
can’t go to school like this!”
Words and Music by Dan McILhenny
© 1982 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
I am the cycle
That goes on forever
I’m time
I am the timepiece
To change each season
I’m time
You think you can see me
In the hands of a clock
Made by man sometime ago
But what do you know
I am the rhythm
That keeps on churning
I’m time
I am the instant
To be recorded
I’m time
You think that you know me
‘Cuz I’m always around
To ring your alarm each day
But is it that way
Oh, now here I am,
Without a friend
Running a track with no end
Oh, what a fix, moving these wheels,
Ticking and ticking
and ticking and ticking away
I am the meter
That wakes the sunshine
I’m time
I am the answer
To questions unknown
I’m time
I’m time
I’m time
Lyrics and Music by Stephen Foster
Arrangement by Dan McIlhenny
Copyright 1980 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
Well I come from Alabama
With a guitar on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana,
My Susannah for to see
It rained all night
The day I left
The weather it t’were dry
The sun so hot,
I froze myself to death
Susannah don't you cry
Oh, Susannah,
Now don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama
With a guitar on my knee
I had a dream the other night
When everything was kinda still
I dreamt I saw my Susannah
She was runnin’ down the hill
A buckwheat cake was in her mouth
And a tear was in her eye
But you know that I’m bound for Dixieland
Susannah, don't you cry
Oh, Susannah,
Now don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama
With a guitar on my knee
Oh, Susannah,
Now don't you cry for me
‘Cause I come from Alabama
With a guitar on my knee
Words
and Music by Dan McIlhenny and Bill Sieckert
©
1979 and 2007 - All Rights Reserved
Earth
n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
When
I was old enough to understand
My
mother said, “My son,
Your
father, he’s a sailin’ man,
He
left when you were one
And
he’s gone, gone, gone…off to sea
Whoa,
the days I stood above
The
White Cliffs of Dover
Tryin’
to catch a glimpse of sail
Never
did I see the ship
My
father sailed upon
‘Cuz
he was gone, gone, gone…off to sea
Well
I listened to the merchant men
Who
lived and died in stories
The
lust, the hate, the memories
Of
any sailor’s glories
Now
they’re gone, gone, gone…off to Sea
Whoa
the yarns they spun about
My
father in New Romney
Made
him out to be a gentle man
Never
on this subject did my mother dwell upon
‘Cuz
he was gone, gone, gone…off to sea
Ay
away, away to find my father and the sea
Ay
away, away to find my father and the sea
I
joined a crew of seasoned swabs
A
greenhorn at the gills
The
salty smell, the rolling swell
The
sail a sea breeze fills
And
I’m gone, gone, gone…off to sea
Sailing
to Singapore, to every port like Lisbon
Sailing
I grew my water wings
Navigating
by the stars
Until
the light of dawn
We
were gone, gone, gone…off to Sea
Ay
away, away to find my father and the sea
Ay
away, away to find my father and the sea
Can
you tell me what kind of man is he
And
life as his eyes see it
Do
you know if he sails from fear of land
Or
love of the sea?
Ay
away, away to find my father and the sea
Ay
away, away to find my father, way to find my father, way to find my father and
the sea
Words
and Music by Dan
McIlhenny
©
1983 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth
n Wood Music – High Sierra Collection
I
keep having this dream the trains still rollin’
Rollin’
right through the Mother Lode
The
engineer’s face it seems so familiar
Familiar
enough to be my own
Women weren’t engineers
When the Narrow Gauge got its name
But I’m as good as any man
Who ever ran a mountain train
Four
three six five’s alive in the shadows
Shadows
so sharp they dance to life
Loaded
with coal it’s time for the journey
Journey
to Colfax through the winter snow
Women
weren’t engineers
When
the Narrow Gauge got its name
But
I’m as good as any man
Who
ever ran a mountain train
Women
weren’t engineers
When
the Narrow Gauge got its name
But
I’m as good as any man
Who ever ran a mountain
train
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1982 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
Held by the Rebs in Lynchburg
Nearly dead from bread and water
I’ve seen three blues turn to gray
Each day’s a little bit longer
Their will is getting’ much stronger
I heard my Yankee boys were captured today
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me to be
But I’ll never give up the Union
For the Confederacy
My farms a burning nightmare
I signed to wage my vengeance
Caught sleepin’ on night watch near Meadows of Dan
Fall turns Virginny colder
The dream of peace grows older
This Northern suit I wear just fades like a man
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me to be
But I’ll never give up the Union
For the Confederacy
No, no, no
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me
Turncoat that’s what they expect me to be
But I’ll never give up the Union
For the Confederacy
Abe said all men are equal
I know that war can be cruel
The rewards of madness we reap
In the end
Words
and Music by Dan McILhenny
©
1974 and 2007 – all Rights Reserved
Earth
and Wood Music – High Sierra Collection
A
gentle rain kissed a meadow once in May
Bringing
moisture to the new grass and flowers of the day
Down,
down it came, that gentle clean spring rain
And
it greened up far and wide
All
the countryside
When
the rain stopped a fragrance filled the air
A
sweet smell came from the greenery everywhere
And
then the sun broke through, to dry the rainy dew
And
it greened up far and wide
All
the countryside
Up
above the ground was a rainbow arching across the sky
Like
a radiantly stained beautiful glass window reflecting in our eyes
Then
a gust of wind caught the trees and swirled their leaves around
It
died quickly, for a moment, there was not a sound
Then
meadowlarks began to sing to tell of all the good rain brings
And
how it greened up far and wide
All the countryside
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1982 and 2007 — All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
On the road to Canada
He grew a smile when he closed the door
On a stagnant past
He’s free at last
On the road to Canada
On the road to Canada
He ran into the goddess of the rain
And she washed him clean
In a field of green
On the road to Canada
On the road to Canada
He taught himself how to strum his grandpa’s guitar
‘Neath the golden sun
Where blue rivers run
Oh, On the road to Canada
With a rainbow wrapped around his heart
The wings to start — going north
On the road to Canada
He built a cabin deep within the pines
And he took a bride
They love the countryside
On the road to Canada
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1977 and 2007 - All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
If I had the time to spend with you
You know that I would so please don’t be blue
Just make the most of everyday
They go so fast just when you hope they’ll stay
And life it seems keeps spinnin’ round
Most folks never touch the ground
They keep on flyin’ sailin’ through the sky
And as for me I’ve realized
Spinnin’ round can hypnotize
Enough to hold your gaze until you die
Until you die
So on this day I shall begin
To live my life again
Feeling the warmth and closeness of my friends
And drawing strength from deep inside
I’ll never know the need to hide
From my life, from my love, from my friends
Oh, I’ll find the time to spend with you
We’ll climb a mountain just to see the view
We’ll make the most of everyday
And savor the moments as they pass away
‘Cause our lives won’t be spinnin’ round
Our feet will be touchin’ ground
We’ll see the sunset dancing through the sky
To know that we have realized
Spinnin’ round can hypnotize
Enough to hold our gaze until they die
Until they die
Words
and Music by Dan McIlhenny
©
1982 and 2007
Earth
n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
Fourteen kids and a tug-a-war line, seven lined up on either side
Of a swollen creek running through the center of town
Eight are skinny and the rest are fat, five are twelve and the rest aren’t that
At the swollen creek running through the center of town
What a way to spend a Saturday, when you ain’t gotta’ nickel
And you’re feeling bored blue; just recruit yourself a motley crew
And do what motleys do
Fourteen kids in a tomato patch, all sorta’ busy playing catch
By a hickory grove that lies near the outskirts of town
Six are shorter and the rest are tall, fourteen run when the farmer calls
From the hickory grove that lies near the outskirts of town
What a way to spend a Saturday, when you ain’t gotta’ nickel
And you’re feeling bored blue; just recruit yourself a motley crew
And do what motleys do
Fourteen kids, not a one sits down, they all chose a hickory stick at Farmer Brown’s
The sun still rises and the sky’s still blue and motleys do what motleys do
What a way to spend a Saturday, when you ain’t gotta’ nickel
And you’re feeling bored blue; just recruit yourself a motley crew
And do what motleys do
Words and Music by Dan McIlhenny
© 1974 and 2007 – All Rights Reserved
Earth n Wood Music ~ High Sierra Collection
When I was a young boy
I used to dream about the hills
Way up North in the timberland
Where the winter air a chills
I’d build myself a cabin
From some sturdy pine
And then I’d furnish it
With handmade crafts
And life would be so fine
Life would be so fine
You know that life would be so very fine
But as I grew older
My thoughts they did change some
The dreams came more frequently
Of the hills and summer sun
And not far from my cabin
Was this babblin’ creek
You know that I’d go there
To rest quietly
Just to hear Mother Nature speak
To hear Mother Nature speak
Oh just to hear Mother
Nature speak
Still my life keeps on changin’
With each moment of every passin’ day
But most of all I have to say that I’m happy
For the changes comin’ my way
The changes comin’ my way
Oh for the changes takin’ place in my life every day