This was recorded during The Gospel Flats sessions with Pete Devries. As I'm listening to this now my son, Otis, is falling asleep in my arms. It's a lullaby for the wee ones and all!

I rode the horse to the Valley Of The Gods Controlled by the wind to be laid out in the fog Old dreams steady pulled out at night stark in their focus and heavy in their light All the stones sing 'you better run' the rain will catch up and wash up the drum A northern voice cries you've come to be born beat the drum and sound the horn The war tricked us to poverty A blind soldier singing follow me My son, my son, my only son be still and witness the strength of one Now the tracks to the grave are sunk deeper with longing to finish the hunt Led along by a crazy stare a broke down prophet and long haired mare Come lay down in the hollow grave Spanish gypsies are on their way baring liquor and worthless jewels flagging prisons on highway tombs Dig to the bottom and lay quiet in there motionless breathless and blocked from repair rescind, rescind, again and again until it is not your business to begin And hear you wake to the sound of rain the silent light in passing Abreast in faith awash in peace Bury your mind In The Valley Of The Gods

I went over to my brother Anton's house and recorded with some of his good equipment and shot on my iPhone to document it. Here it is!