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Thanksgiving Eve - Whippoorwill

For this Thanksgiving, I offer up something from my archives. Two songs from Waller and Worley cca 1990-1991.

The first is Kate's version of Bob Franke's beautiful "Thanksgiving Eve." This was one of our favorite pieces, and here it is being performed live in the basement of Calgary Lutheran Church in south Minneapolis, known then as "The Other Toad Hall." Reed Waller and Kate Worley in Concert, as one of a series featuring local performers organized by our dear friend Howard Ashby Kranz.

Please enjoy this on your holiday.

The second is our version of Robin and Linda Willams' "Whippoorwill," one of our favorite duets. This recording is part of a home recording done by Mike Levin on his portable DAT recorder, one night after I was diagnosed with cancer. Just in case, he said. The recording was of Kate and me, plus old bandmate Allan Standish, singing some of our favorites and originals.

I will be producing a restored version of this home concert tape from 1991 and hope to have it ready in time for this Christmas.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Reed Waller

 

Thanksgiving Eve

 

 

By BOB FRANKE

It's so easy to dream of days gone by
So hard to think of times to come. And the grace to accept every moment as a gift
Is a gift that is given to some.
What can we do with our lives, but work and hope
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can we do with each moment of our lives
But love till we've loved it away?
Love till we've loved it away.

There is sorrow enough for the whole world's end
There is no guarantee but the grave.
But this life that we live and the time that we spend
Are treasures to precious to save.
What can we do with our lives, but work and hope
Let your dreams bind your work to your play.
What can we do with each moment of our lives
But love till we've loved it away?
Love till we've loved it away.

(chorus)

© by Bob Franke

WHIPPOORWILL
She came from Kansas with the morning sun
To the hills of the North Country.
He waited years just to hear her song
To hear her soft melody.
So sing, WHIPPOORWILL
Sing your song for me.

She didn't know when she came to town
That she could bring such joy.
She came from Kansas with the morning sun
To sing for a North Dakota boy.
So sing, WHIPPOORWILL
Sing your song for me.
© Robin and Linda Williams

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