Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August Love is the boat that holds us love is where we are made love finds a way through any wall … Continue reading
Anne Hills
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) All rights reserved Where were you when we were wearing light and days swept into mist warm as a summer kiss with me but then … Continue reading
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August You can tell that she’s in love by the way she lifts her chin laughs at any little thing letting … Continue reading
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August I’ve never known a love that was so warm a love so steady through the wildest storm remembered kisses that … Continue reading
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August Take him in your golden arms and hold him hold him like the sunset on the lake in the whisper … Continue reading
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August I am acquainted with the night, familiar with the darkness a Luna moth floating on the wind a nightingale at … Continue reading
Anne Hills words/Allen Power music ©2020 Raven Heart Music (ASCAP) / Night Wind Music (BMI) From Anne’s album Accidental August Tell me a tale, make my heart believe paint your April green, May will set the scene where heroes win … Continue reading
Before my father was my father or ever welcomed any of the 800 or so babies he helped swim into this slippery world, my mother’s hands would speak the universal language of … Continue reading
Of late, I wake at night, converse with air our constant ruminations carry on we may debate each day from dusk ‘til dawn, since now your residence is everywhere. Your lyric voice like Gabriel’s trumpet sounds though muses rouse, then … Continue reading
seems depressed. His usual courting call ending in a rapid, repetitive note tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit-it-it-ititititit is now short, by more than half. He never arrives at the final flourish his pièce de résistance his pleading, staccato insistence for a mate tuit-tuit-tuit-tuit resigned … Continue reading