Arthur Groves
Now I hear my Grandpa’s whistle still, just like he knew I would.
Category: Music
In Your Window
I’m comin’ up the hill to your place, darlin’. Yes, I’m a-comin’ back home to you.
About The Flying Rug
Years ago, when I first started in with music, my friends and I would often stand around in a littleContinue Reading
The Flying Rug
Great Adventures would I have while gliding through the sky…
These Last Few Miles
This tattered coat I wear, gonna soon leave it far behind, ’cause someday new garments I’ll be wearing.
The Fall of Ah’Mbuni Seng
It was long ago, before the darkness fell, casting shadows on the land…
White Pine
Up here in White Pine we got a hole in the ground, a big old copper mine, just like in your town
A Thousand Ships
You and I met long ago, long before the Earth was stone
Sweet Time in Illinois
Out across the cornstalks there’s a hard frost on the fields…
The Rickety Desk of Mothy Groves 