(Ivan Drever) There's not really a story to this one, however, if you like it, it's for you! I'll walk this way until I sleep I'll ride this road until
(Ivan Drever) Written for and about some of the people who have passed through (and in some cases still reside) at number fifteen, a secret location somewhere
It's in the rhythm of a dancer And every standard flag unfurled It's in the bride's eternal answer And every child across the world Chorus: Heart and
(Ivan Drever) This one is for Diana, wherever she may be. It's strange the people we meet who we never see again! There was this girl, slept on my floor
(Wayne Mackenzie) "Not another protest song about our pitiful past," I hear you cry. Well hopefully, there's a different slant to this one. Anyway, you
They used to make them tall Now there are no shipyards here at all They used to dig for coal here They used to scrape and crawl Now there are no coalfields
(Ivan Drever) Written by way of a celebration for music and dance. Watching my seven year old daughter's enjoyment of both never ceases to amaze me. Let
