Father's Day

More than ten years Dad, and I still want to phone you for a chat. I miss you.

The Song of the Landsman's Soul

Till the soil in the morning

Plant a seed in the sun

Dig your troubles into the earth 

To dissolve when the day is done

Start the day with a smile

Watch the future begin to unfurl

Till the soil in the morning

Sing of the Landsman’s soul.

Till the soil in the daytime

In the heat of the midday sun

Helping hand for the green shoots 

Whose journey has just begun

Start the day with a smile

Watch the future begin to unfurl

Till the soil in the daytime

Sing of the Landsman’s soul.

Seasons pass; a living painting is not meant to last

Here and now, the fragile beauty that blooms in a  flower, in a  flower.

Till the soil in the evening

Rose gold blush in the sky

Close your eyes in the sunset

At the end of a harvest day

Your started each day with a smile

You watched the future begin to unfurl

Till the soil in the evening

Sing of a Landsman’s soul.

Seasons pass; a living painting is not meant to last

Here and now, the fragile beauty that blooms in a  flower, in a  flower.

Till the soil in the evening

Sing of the Landsman’s soul.