Hold On from West Wind by Ian McFeron

Maybe it’s the winter skies that cloud my mind
In this dreary little town
Because November came with its buckets of rain
And I was ready to lay it down
I been a blind man walkin’
Tappin’ my way along the stones

But though it’s hard to hold onto it
It’s even worse to let it go

Sometimes I wish I knew
Who put the music in the air
Why the branches of trees move to melodies
Why the birds sing and the poets dream
I can’t make it stop
At times I might have tried when I was feeling low...

So sing me a gentle song
I like ‘em sweet and soft and slow
The ones that they don’t play on the radio

So much precious time
Is lost without a thought
But who can say what lies ahead
We’ve done the best with what we’ve got
So hear me when I say
If there’s just one thing that I know...

• Americana
• Rock
• folk
• pop folk singer songwriter
• pop rock
• roots rock
• Seattle