Larry Campbell Guitar,Bouzouki,Fiddle,Mandolin,Pedal Steel
Dave Richards Bass
Frank Vilardi Percussion, Drums
Radoslav Lorkovic Piano, Accordion, Harmonium, Organ
Lucy Kaplansky harmony

First warm day in all these months
All the sunlight made me drunk
Made me feel like I could run
Made me feel like I was young
So I went out all on my own
I told no one where’d I’d go
Anyway I did not know I only knew I had to go
Out beyond the iron gate
Out there where you said you’d wait
Gotten used to living here
Call it habit call it fear
Though I had glanced your way for years
Til today I’d never dared
But it was easy slipping through
Easy as the morning dew
That lingers til the afternoon
And rises back into the blue
Out beyond the iron gate
Out there where you said you’d wait

SOLO

There you were right by my side
Reaching down to lift me high
I held on with all my might
Held on to a world made right
Out beyond the iron gate
Out there where you said you’d wait
I heard voices all around Someone lifted off the shroud
I saw my children gather round
Now I will tell them what I found
Out beyond the iron gate
Out there where you said you’d wait

SOLO

From Richard Shindell “Reunion Hill”
Shanachie Records 1997

Larry Campbell guitar/mandolin
Richard Lorkovic keyboards
Dave Richards bass
Frank Vilardi drums
Richard Shindell vocals/acoustic guitar

I had a place in the desert
Just a roof and four walls
Where I could wait for the rapture
Where I could ride out the fall
I was keeping a virgil
I was deep in a trance
I was holding a candle
To the palm of my hand
Then I saw you smiling then I saw you smiling
Then I saw you smiling
Like a fool I protested
I need time to prepare
You see I never expected
Something so simple and clear
So I tried to persude you
That I was not what you thought
That I would only disappoint you
That I can’t be what I’m not
You stood there smiling
You stood there smiling
You stood there smiling
I looked around for a reference
But there was none I could see
Is there a thread to the sequence
That brought this vision to me
There are larks in the morning
Tracing lines to the lake
Three dimensions of mercy
Three dimensions of grace
You just stand there smiling
You just stand there smiling
You just stand there smiling

>From Richard Shindell “Reunion Hill”
Shanachie Records
Richard Shindell Music

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Verse

You stay he re, I ’ll go look for w ood.

Do n o..t fe ar, I ’ll be back soo n enou gh.

Chorus

A E B C#m A E B F#sus2…….
Do not let the fire die, neither let it burn too bright.

You stay here, I’ll go look for bread.
And if I can some sugar for the kids.
Dry your eyes, I’ll be all right. I know where they’ve laid the mines.

You stay here, I’ll go look for coats.
There may still be some out on the road.
We’ll wash them clean with melted snow. The kids don’t ever have to know.

You stay here, I’ll go look for guns.
I think I know where they’ve hidden some.
‘Cause if a tiger comes one night we won’t go without a fight.

You stay here, I’ll go look for God.
It’s not so hard ‘cause I know where he’s not.
I will bring him back with me. Make him listen, make him see.

You stay here, I’ll go look for wood.

INTRO: C F Dm C (2x)

The war was over and the spirit was broken
The hills were smoking as the men withdrew
We stood on the cliffs, oh, and watched the ships
Slowly sinking to their rendezvous

They signed a treaty and our homes were taken
Loved ones forsaken, they didn’t give a damn
Tried to raise a family, you end up the enemy
Over what went down on the plains of Abraham

CHORUS:
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow
Canadian cold front, moving in, oh
What a [C/G]way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Some returned to the motherland
The high command had them cast away
Some stayed on to finish what they started
They never parted, they’re just built that way

We had kin living south of the border
They’re a little older and they’ve been around
They wrote a letter, “Life here is a whole lot better,
So pull up stakes children, come on down.”

CHORUS:
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow
Canadian cold front, moving in, oh
What a [C/G]way to ride, oh, what a way to go

Fifteen under zero, when the day became a threat
My clothes were wet and I was drenched to the bone
Been out ice fishing, too much repetition
Make a man wanna leave the only home he’s known

Sailing out of the gulf, heading for Saint Pierre
Nothing to declare, all we had was gone
Broke down along the coast, oh, but what hurt the most
When the people there said, “You’d better keep moving on.”

Everlasting summer filled with ill content
This government had us walking in chains
This isn’t my turf, this ain’t my season
Can’t think of one good reason to remain

Worked in the sugar fields, up from New Orleans
It was ever green up until the floods
You could call it an omen, points you where you’re going
Set my compass north, I got winter in my blood

CHORUS:
Acadian driftwood, gypsy tailwind
They call my home, the land of snow
Canadian cold front, moving in, oh
What a [C/G]way to ride, oh, what a way to go

OUTRO: (## French ##)
Sais tu, Acadia j’ai le mal du paye
Ta neige, Acadia, fait des larmes au solei
Sais tu, Acadia j’ai le mal du paye
Ta neige, Acadia, fait des larmes au solei

INTRO: Am C F Dm Am C F G Am

I’m a juggler out in traffic
Just another clown
Throwing fire at the sky
You are facing forward
Heading out of town
Just waiting for the light

Here together in the street
The way it is, we never meet
Red goes green and you go by

INTERLUDE: C F Dm Am C F Dm Am

When I go ‘round for the change
I go from car to car
With my jester’s cap in hand
When I tried to catch your eye
You’d always look away
Rush to roll your window up

I never lingered there for long
Time the light and move along
Red goes green and you’d go by
You’d go by____

BRIDGE:
Switch from bowling pins to fire
I did it all for you
You, gunning off into what future
I did it all for you

INTERLUDE: Am C F Dm (3x)

And I’m still out here at midnight
Looking for the stars
Through the streetlamp glow
Just a juggler out in traffic
With a broken heart
For it’s later than you know

Here together in the street
The way it is, we never meet
Red goes green and you go by
You go by____

One, then two, then three, then one
Atoms round an empty sun
One, then two, then three, then one
This is how the trick is done
One, then two, then three, then one
A centrifuge, a cyclotron
One, then two, then three, then one
Glory be thy trick be done

OUTRO: Am C F Dm (3x)

I Saw My Youth Today by Richard Shindell

Richard Shindell vocals/ acoustic guitar
Larry Campbell guitar/mandolin
Radoslav Lorkovic keyboards

Capo 2nd fret Standard tuning The pick pattern is pretty consistent
throughout the song; use one that’s familiar or strum

Intro: Em C G D Em C G D

I saw my youth today
He passed me on the street
As he walked by I stood frozen
On my dreaming feet
He had a kinder face
The kind I’ve learned to hide
Behind these cold unyielding stones
That used to be my eyes

A moment please[F#/D] my boy
Don’t you know[F#/D] my name?
Do you remember when
We used to play a hundred[F#/D] games?
And is your moth[F#/D]er well?
Kiss her once[F#/D] for me
And if she should ask you why
Why you could say
F#/D C D Em C G D (four times)
Just for no reason

Remember that old troll
Who lived inside the tree?
He was never dangerous
That’s just the way it seemed
The day you climbed that tree
And ran to show me how
The troll was never seen again
So where could he be now?

A moment please[F#/D], my boy
Don’t you kno[F#/D]w this face
And do you remember when
I used to let you win [F#/D]the races?
Please don’t run [F#/D]away
I did not me[F#/D]an to scare you
I’m the one who told you
You should never talk t[F#/D]o strangers

And is your mothe[F#/D]r well?
Kiss her once[F#/D] for me
And if she should ask you why
Why you could say
[F#/D]Just for no reason

I saw my youth today
He passed me in the street
As he walked by I stood frozen
On my dreaming feet

From Richard Shindell “Reunion Hill”
Shanachie Records 1997
Silver Dollar Music (ASCAP)

[Em/addG] if w e turn off the radi o
[Em/addG] i’ve [C/addG]only to [Cmaj7/addG] close my eyes
[Em/addG] and the win [C/addG]d in the syc amores
[Em/addG] will c arry me home

the [C/addG]vine of my m emory
is b [C/addG]looming ar ound those eaves
but it’s[C/addG] [Em/addG]true it's a c [C/addG]hore to tame w is – ter- ia

[Em/addG]wis – ter-[C/addG] i a

[Em/addG] i’m t empted to ring the bell
[Em/addG] maybe [C/addG]they’d [Cmaj7/addG] ask me i n
[Em/addG] or maybe [C/addG] it’s just as well
[Em/addG] to just let it be

[Em/addG] rememb er the price we paid?
[Em/addG] it seem [C/addG]ed like [Cmaj7/addG] a lot back the n
[Em/addG] remembe [C/addG]r the l ove we m ade
[Em/addG] the d ay we moved in?

the [C/addG]vine of my memory
is b [C/addG]looming ar ound those eaves
but it'[C/addG]s [Em/addG]true it's a [C/addG]chore to tame w is – ter – ia

[Em/addG] wis – ter-[C/addG] i a

(solo)
[Em/addG]
[Em/addG] [C/addG] [Cmaj7/addG]
[Em/addG] [C/addG]
[Em/addG]
[Em/addG] it di d need some pruning back
[Em/addG] and i k [C/addG]now that it’s not my p lace
[Em/addG] but h [C/addG]ow could they just cut it do wn
[Em/addG] and le ave not a trace?

[Em/addG] let’s n ot drive a way just yet
[Em/addG] give [C/addG]me a [Cmaj7/addG]mo – me nt mo re
[Em/addG] to wa lk through those dreams aga in
[Em/addG] to w alk through that door

the [C/addG]vine of my memory
still [C/addG] blooms all a round those eaves
and it[C/addG]’s [Em/addG]true it's a [C/addG]chore to tame wi s – te – ri a
[Em/addG] wis – te [C/addG]- ria

[Em/addG] wis – te [C/addG]- ria

[Em/addG] wis – te [C/addG]- ria

Richard Shindell vocals/guitar
Lucy Kaplansky harmony
Larry Campbell violin/banjo
Mark Dann bass
Howie Wyeth drums

You took the toaster when you went
You never paid your half the rent
You took the spices from the rack
But you don’t have to put ‘em back
Cause in your haste on Halloween
You left your camera on the bed
Where we played roles in black and white
You left a roll of black and white
I set the timer thought of you
Put the lens up to my head
I took a photograph for you
What comes out gray is really red
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
I smashed your pumpkin on the floor
The candle flickered at my feet
As goblins flew across the room
The children peered into the room
A cowboy shivered on the porch
Cinderella checked her watch
A hobo waited in the street
An angel whispered trick or treat
What was I supposed to do
But to sit there in the dark
I was amazed to think that you
Would take the candy with you too
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
I’ve sat all night and now it’s dawn
And I cannot believe my eyes
There’s garbage strewn across the lawn
Where we once stared up at the sky
And streams of paper fill the tree
That hovered over you and me
And shaving cream covers the car
That we picked up in Baltimore
And though I know it’s hard to tell
I hope that what’s his name treats you well
I still maintain that he’s a bum
But it’s your money have some fun
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
You always asked why I had not
Written you a verse or two
Since that’s the one thing I regret
I dedicate this one to you
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now

From Richard Shindell “Sparrows Point”
Shanachie Records

Larry Campbell Guitar,Bouzouki,Fiddle,Mandolin,Pedal Steel
Dave Richards Bass
Frank Vilardi Percussion, Drums
Radoslav Lorkovic Piano, Accordion, Harmonium, Organ
Richard Shindell vocals/acoustic guitar

It’s the middle of the night near the Indiana line[C/B]
I’m Pulling in a Christian station
The signals crystal clear
But I can not re[C/B]ally hear
What he says about the revelation
I’m wretched I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe
Whoever watches over all [C/B]these truckers
Show a little mecy for a weary[C/B] sinner
And deliver me
Lord deliver me deliver me to the next best western
Did he who made the lamb
Put the [C/B]tremble in his hand
That reaches out to take my quarter
I look him in him the eye
There isn’t [C/B]any time
Just time enough to pass the tender
The highway takes its toll
The green light flashes go
It’s welcome to Ohio
Whoever watches over all [C/B]these truckers
Show a little mecy for a weary[C/B] sinner
And deliver me
Lord Deliver me deliver me to the next best western
[C/B]
It takes light years of nothing to let these stars shine through
And it’s an empty road that finds it’s way back home to you

SOLO

It’s 4AM on 80 East
It’s in the nature of the beast
To wonder if there’s something missing
I’m wretched I am tired
But the preacher is on fire
And I wish I could believe
Whoever watches over all [C/B]these truckers
Show a little mecy for a weary[C/B] sinner
And deliver me
Lord deliver me deliver me to the next best western
Next best western to the next best western

From Richard Shindell “Reunion Hill”
Shanachie Records 1997
Richard Shindell Music(ASCAP)