Home At Last

by Hank and Claire

Released 2014
Released 2014
This tight-harmony duo (with guitar, bowed psaltery, dulcimer, mandolin, and even a tuba), performs songs from all over the acoustic world that will touch your heart or tickle your funny-bone. Purchase individual tracks or the whole CD.
  • 04:38 Story
    West Virginia, My Home
  • 03:14 Story Lyrics
    Going Home

    Going Home isn't easy, no matter how you try;

    It's sure a lot of changes are bound to catch your eye.

    I found myself in trouble and I found myself alone,

    But looking back I always knew I could have had a home.

     

    I was just eighteen when I struck off on my own.

    I took off like a bandit half afraid and all alone.

    It didn't seem to matter just where I planned to roam,  

    But I never thought I'd settle down so far away from home.

     

    Being here isn't easy when I long to be with you;

    Remembering the times we had and the things we used to do.

    It wasn't so important when I was in my teens, but

    Now I'm much older and this life is just a dream.

     CHORUS 

    Well it seems like everyplace I go and everything I do,

    Someone comes along who reminds me of you.

    I never met a single one I thought could take your place,

    With the laughter in your heart and the smile upon your face.

     CHORUS

    -copyright Hank Payne

  • 03:31 Story
    Old Love
  • 03:21 Story
    Here Comes the Sun
  • 03:00 Story Lyrics
    Timberline

    When morning comes to the Timberline

    Glaciers glow with the new sunshine

    Bumblebee hums in the columbine

    That’s growing wild at the Timberline

     

    Up on the mountain next to the sky

    The whole world shines before your eyes

    The panther prowls and the raven glides

    They’re roaming wild at Timblerline.

     

    Where the seasons greet the sun

    Where the whispering waters run

    Where nature turns her back on time

    And daylight lingers at Timberline.

     

    I’m growing old before my eyes

    I look in the mirror and it tells lies

    Where are the days when I could climb

    When I was young at Timblerline.

     

    I need to feel the alpine wind

    Caressing soft against my skin

    My heart keep growing like a mountain pine

    I need to go to the Timberline.

     CHORUS

    -copyright Laurie Riley

  • 03:30 Story
    Secret Garden
  • 03:15 Story Lyrics
    It's Only Words

    If you asked me for an ocean I’d give you a grain of sand

    And tell you how your ocean washed it in my hand

    If you said, “A salt sea ocean!” then a tear for you I’d cry

    And tell you how your ocean washed that sand grain from my eye

     

    It’s only words that I know

    It’s all I have to tell you how I love you so

     

    If you asked about the tide that tugs all at your shore

    I’d pull you in my arms and tell you that’s what tides are for

    And if you asked about the fishes that swim all in your sea

    I’d say that you are silly, love, for there is only me

     CHORUS

     

    If I could wish across the ocean for all the treasure in the sea

    If all I had was just one wish, I’d wish you here with me

     CHORUS

    -copyright Hank Payne

  • 03:07 Story
    Your Long Journey
  • 03:46 Story
    Lovers' Waltz
  • 03:14 Story
    Proper Cup of Coffee
  • 04:36 Story
    I Remember Loving You
  • 05:53 Story
    Fishing With John
  • 04:02 Story
    Music of Healing
  • 03:21 Story
    Home Is a River
  • 04:02 Story
    The Bramble and the Rose
  • 01:37 Story
    To My Old Brown Earth
NOTES
Before we did our first CD, we joked about it being the ONLY one we might ever do, since we met and began doing this unexpected duo singing rather late in our solo lives…and here we are with CD #2 on the stands, a fourth wedding anniversary gone by, and a home together in the trees of the Pacific Northwest. What a journey!

From the moment we released Heart of the Matter and heard the …
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Heart of the Matter

by Hank and Claire

Released 2010
Released 2010
Stellar performances from up and coming Pacific Northwest duo will captivate you from their first song. Some covers, some originals, with the sweetest harmonies and a touch of humor. Purchase individual tracks or the whole CD.
  • 03:14 Story
    Long Monday
  • 02:57 Story
    Slow Time Kid
  • 04:19 Story
    The Dutchman
  • 04:17 Story Lyrics
    Blue Water

    Blue Water run down to the edge of town

    Blue Water run deep while we're fast asleep

    Carry us away to a distant shore

    Where the pleasure stays and the pain's no more

     

    A young woman got hurt and she left her home. 

    She cried all night when she was first alone

    She lost her heart on a rainy day

    And she gave her love to the ones who paid 

     CHORUS

     

    A man took to drinking, couldn't quit on his own 

    He lost his house and he lost his home

    He lost the favors of the ones who cared

    He could have come back but he never dared

     CHORUS 

    Some people get lucky and they find their way

    They soon forget there's a price to pay

    They wind up thinking they made it on their own

    And they're afraid to leave for a world unknown

     

    Some other people get lucky and they find their way

    To a life that blooms like a summer day

    They face the fears of a world unknown

    And they come to find they are not alone.

     CHORUS

    -copyright Hank Payne

  • 03:48 Story
    The Good Guys Wore White Hats
  • 02:43 Story
    The Old Trail
  • 03:05 Story Lyrics
    The Mountains and the Music

    I was born in West Virginia and when I was a child 

    I heard the banjo ringin' and the fiddle playin' wild 

    The mountains rolled like waves beneath an ocean full of trees 

    And the music and the mountains carried far as you could see 

    Why did you leave the mountains and the music behind 

    I was just a lad but it still plays on my mind  

    Dearest Mamma, Papa I don't mean to be unkind 

    But why did you leave the mountains and the music behind?

     

    My parents they both grew up in the hollers and the hills

    Wanted better for their children than the coal mines and the mills

    They moved to northern cities where buildings block the skies

    And the music on the radio was just a distant cry

     CHORUS

     

    My sister she is older but she feels the same as me

    Now she pieces quilts to keep alive the memory

    Me, I play this old guitar to rest a weary mind 

    And dream about the mountains and the music left behind.

     CHORUS

    -copyright Hank Payne

  • 03:02 Story
    Some Walls
  • 03:13 Story
    Rusty Old Red River
  • 03:45 Story
    God Is God
  • 04:14 Story Lyrics
    Shade Tree Mechanic

    Way out in Montana on a road with no name

    My car started knocking; I busted the mains.

    I had a little change to spare and the friend of a friend

    Knew a man who helped put us on the road once again.

     

    He was a shade tree mechanic, a gentle old soul.

    He talked of the mountains and panning for gold.

    He worked on the railroad and in the deep silver mines,

    Now he'll work on your car while he's passing the time.

     

    His knuckles were battered and his nails were all torn.

    He had an old banjo that was just as well worn.

    He took it down in the evening when we happened to stay

    And we all got a chance to hear the tunes that he played.

     

    He played Red River Valley and tunes we all know.

    The Cowboys Lament, he played it real slow.

    He played Soldiers Joy and some other fast reels

    And he got us all to laughing and kicking our heels.

     

    Amazing Grace was the very best song.

    He saved it for last and we all sang along.

    When he put down his banjo there was little to say

    So we just gave our thanks and we called it a day.

     

    In just a few days we were back on the road.

    He filled up the tank to help lighten the load, and

    When we hit fifty-five I swear you could hear

    The frailing of a banjo in the whine of the wheels .

     

    And it sounded like Red River Valley and tunes we all know.

    The Cowboys Lament when we were taking it slow.

    When we picked up our speed it would play a fast reel

    And it kept us all laughing and kicking our heels.

     

    I went back years later to find that old man,

    But his house was in shambles he moved off the land.

    If he's been taken to heavens reward,

    I'll bet he's playing his banjo in the choir of the Lord.

     

    I'll bet he's playing Red River Valley and tunes they all know.

    The Cowboys Lament, I bet he's playing it slow.

    He's playing Soldier's Joy and some other fast reels

    And he's got them all laughing and kicking their heels. 

    -copyright Hank Payne

  • 02:31 Story
    Double Yodel
  • 03:16 Story
    Home To Me (Is Anywhere You Are)
  • 03:33 Story
    Step By Step
  • 02:58 Story Lyrics
    Waiting For Me

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

    Makes no difference with the wind and the weather when they're traveling far they fly together.

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

     

    Momma and Papa sitting on the front porch waiting for me.

    Momma and Papa sitting on the front porch waiting for me.

    Momma's in the swing, papa's in the rocking chair; it’s been a long time since I've been there, 

    Momma and Papa sitting on the front porch waiting for me.

     

    Papa plays the fiddle, Momma sings a lullaby, waiting for me.

    Papa plays the fiddle, Momma sings a lullaby, waiting for me.

    Papa plays the fiddle, Momma sings a lullaby, makes a grown man want to break down and cry,

    Papa plays the fiddle, Momma sings a lullaby, waiting for me.

     

    Brothers and sisters sitting on the front lawn, waiting for me.

    Brothers and sisters sitting on the front lawn, waiting for me.

    Brothers and sisters sitting on the front lawn, it’s been a long time since I've been gone.

    Brothers and sisters sitting on the front lawn, waiting for me.

            

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

    Makes no difference with the wind and the weather when they're traveling far they fly together.

    Birds of a feather fly together, Springtime and Fall.

    -copyright Hank Payne

NOTES
This first CD from this new duo is a winner. It’s rare to find first efforts so well done. I marvel at the blending of not just their voices and instruments, but their obvious personal connection which adds a delightful robustness and maturity that is truly wonderful. In their case, the sum is greater than the parts. I look forward to much more music from these two fine musicians. - NW HOOT review

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