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  1. Feather Quilt

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9. Feather Quilt (Kerry Grombacher)
This song came to me via Ed Stabler, who has known writer Kerry Grombacher for many years. This song falls into the genre of Western music (not to be confused with country and western, which frankly doesn't exist anymore). Never having done a song like this, I decided it was worth a go. The unusual instrument that you hear (that might jog a memory of music class, if you're old enough) is an autoharp - it surprised me when Ed suggested it (and then had his harp refurbished so that he could add the track!) Since every track on this album is a bit different anyway, we decided to use it. Makes me smile every time I listen to it!

Lyrics

The Stetson that he wore is still hangin' by the door,
and his dog lies in wait on the porch.
The cold, blustery air moves that old rockin' chair -
makes me think he's there, rockin' back and forth.

It's this time of the year that reminds me - every summer leaf must fall.
Oh, I look to the hills from this home that we built -
The birds take the air, and the fox seeks his lair,
and I shake out this old feather quilt.

Like a chain stitch goes around, this old quilt has been passed down,
and I'll give it our daughter in my time.
But tonight the wind whistles songs he used to sing,
and I'll cling to its warmth while it's still mine.

It's this time of the year that reminds me - when I hear the wild geese call.
And, I look to the hills from this home that we built -
The birds take the air, and the fox seeks his lair,
and I shake out this old feather quilt.

A table set for two is the last thing that I do
before I turn out the lamps for the night.
And the prayer on my lips is for the memory of his kiss,
and a dream of the arms that held me tight.

It's this time of the year that reminds me - every soaring heart must fall.
And, I look to the hills from this home that we built -
The birds take the air, and the fox seeks his lair,
and I shake out this old feather quilt.

Yes, I look to the hills from this home that we built -
and I shake out this old feather quilt.