Love this version, Stockfish & Shea. Very fresh and warm

Superbly done!

Thank you for this peek inside!!!

Gordon Lightfoot Lay him down in clover Soft as eider down Gentle winds make roses bloom where tender love is found Softly blow you northern winds Draw him to your breast high up in the mountains where the wild eagles nest Silver wings of summer Lift the minstrel high Carry him to paradise where laughter never dies Faith complete his journey where joy will never end What a tail his thoughts could tell where love will make amends By the winding river a single tear drop fell somewhere in the mountains and broke an evil spell Steeple bells were ringing out above the lobster pots Poets that were never heard sang songs that never stopped In Biscuit city serenades brought children to their wings making them an audience for the minstrel when he sings

Sounds like Red was starting to get the feel of it

NO ONE plays Bass just like JOHN STOCKFISH