FOX HOLLOW SONG by Richard Wilkie The thunderheads were talking to the Berkshires down below It was raining in Fox Hollow, but the people would not go I came to these mountains to hear the people sing And I won't go home this evening til I hear the last clear ring We're over from the valleys, from the cities by the sea To share these days of music with friends and family There's every kind of instrument that I have ever seen For every kind of music and dancing on the green I've seen it bright with sunshine, I've seen the cool grey sky But I've never heard the voices still or known a song to die We know the world keeps turning while we are singing here And we hope to be together in the summer time next year. __________ The Fox Hollow Festival of Traditional Music was the brainchild of Bob (Fiddler) Beers. It ran for 15 years in the 60s and 70s on his farm in Petersburg NY. He died about five years before the Festival did and it was never the same without him. @festival filename[ FOXHOLLO play.exe FOXHOLLO SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===