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  Little High Banked Road I wrote this song after spending a magical afternoon walking on the old County Line road just off Route 2 at Fredericton. Still canopied with birch and spruce, the little high-banked clay road winds its way into the heart of an Island lost in time. Listen to this song (You'll need an MP3 player to listen.) Lyrics Somewhere in the hills of Queen's County Just a short drive off the main highway Hidden by a long forgotten mailbox And a wild rose bush at a farmer's gate The tourists drive right by they never notice But like the breath of spring I know it's there And when storm clouds appear on my horizon I bundle up my earthly cares Chorus: Little high-banked road That's where I want to go Into the quiet heart Of a different Island home Where all is well And the kettle is on the stove Take me I want to go Little high-banked road When I was a boy my father told me stories About the cities and the places he had seen He talked a lot about the streets of Boston And those cowgirls way out in Calgary When I grew old enough to wander I had to go and look for something else But every road I travelled down seemed to bring me back To the only place where I can be myself Repeat Chorus Some roads take you farther than you ever want to go And some roads bring you closer to the heart I can take you down a road that leads nowhere Now they've even gone and built a bridge too far Repeat Chorus Repeat First Verse End Players DEMO RECORDING Virtual Studios, May 1997 Vocal: Allan Rankin Production: Perry Williams Copyright Wild Garden Music (SOCAN) |