When I lived alone in the holler, there was a really neat musician who lived across the holler from me, K. “Lynn” Travis. (Sept 30, 1952 – Nov 19, 2020). We loved each other and still ended up choosing our separate ways.
His dream was a handmade house in the holler and children. He found the perfect wife and they made the dream come true.
And my direction was different, although we remained friends. My body was no longer able to have children, so I embraced music and the aura of the road.
“You Are In My Heart”… was my song of our parting. I recorded it with Rush Beesley in Dallas, TX, at the Sundance Studios. Listening to it all these years later, I’m sure I never thanked Rush and his crew enough for their magic.
You Are in My Heart
When you arise in the morning, sometimes think of me
When the forest is turning raise a glass for me
You are in my heart like the mountain’s sweet song
Wherever I go, you’ll go along,
As you sit in the evening, sometimes smile for me
When you laugh with your good friends, sing one song for me
You are in my heart like the desert’s sweet song
Wherever I go you’ll go along.
When your spirit is flying ride the wind for me
In the woods as you’re walking listen there for me
You are in my heart like the river’s sweet song
Wherever I go, You’ll go along…
You are in my heart, like the mountain’s sweet song
Wherever I go, You’ll go along.
The Good
What a honor to have a song written for someone special. Whether you receive or you give, a song goes deeper than just words.
Sometimes the recipient does not know the song is for them, sometimes they know full well it’s their song, without being said. Either way, to me, it’s quite an honor to do so.
As they say, there’s a story behind every song. Thanks for giving,telling, us a glimpse…
Crow Johnson Evans
Thanks … songwriting is so personal it becomes universal. It only seems right to share the rest of the story..
Becca Cowling
Dearest Crow,
You are amazing and a constant source of revaluations of yourself.
Once again, your talent is showing!
Best always.
Crow Johnson Evans
Thank you, Becca. Our lives have so many chapters. I’m glad mine resonate with some of yours.