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.



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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.

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