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Dawn and Dave Kimble
Cathie Ryan & Karine Polwart


We recorded this for Dawn's sister Karla's birthday.


My work is done for this long day, the sun sets on the strand.
My mind is as unsettled as my feet upon the sand.
This is the ground I cannot hold, it rolls away from me.
My heart is on the farthest wave, a boat upon the sea.

Moving out to you, moving out to you,
My heart is on the farthest wave moving out to you.

Sometimes I hear you say my name, you steal into my sleep.
And stir the sea inside of me, the longing running deep.
I have enough to see me through, do you have all you need?
My heart is on the farthest wave, I cannot stop the sea.

Moving out to you, moving out to you,
My heart is on the farthest wave moving out to you.

I have enough to see me through, do you have all you need?
My heart is on the farthest wave, I cannot stop the sea

Jim Lennon with Dawn and Dave Kimble
Jacques Brel


Our dear friend Jim Lennon joined us at the 70th Anniversary NHA conference at the Cleveland Marriott Airport, Cleveland OH June 28, 2018.


Dawn and Dave
David Wilcox


We made our warm bed out of blankets in the meadow way up high.
You took off your dress in the moonlight, to sleep beneath the sky.
Your touch was a warm summer ocean.
Your kiss made the whole mountain fly.
And you looked deep within me and smiled at the tears in my eyes.
You can say that you always were honest,
And your words were clear from the start,
But it's more than just words that got spoken,
There was language of the heart.
I won't keep on calling your number if you never have the time.
I don't want to claim you, or blame you, but you're always on my mind.
You had no idea I would love you. It comes as a total surprise.
And you shake your head slowly and smile at the tears in my eyes.
And you can say... 
Your eyes like an ocean of clear sunlit green,
My eyes with the salt water washing me clean....again.
Imagine you whispered a secret that could take away my blues.
And you let me believe it to please me, though it just wasn't true.
You just meant to share with me pleasure, and you're gifted at what you do.
But you're speaking an unspoken language, I thought that you knew.
It's one that we all learn by heart, and our hearts think it's true
And you can say... 


Dawn and Dave
Rogers & Hart


My funny valentine, sweet comic valentine,

You make me smile with my heart.

Your looks are laughable, unphotographable,

Yet you're my favorite work of art.

Is your figure less than Greek?

Is your mouth a little weak?

When you open it to speak are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me, not if you care for me.

Stay little valentine stay! Each day is Valentines day.


Dawn and Dave
Cris Williamson & Shaina Noll


This is a lullaby we've played and sung for all of our children. We made this recording in honor of Salem's 33rd birthday.


Like a ship in the harbor, like a mother and child,

like a light in the darkness, I'll hold you awhile.

We'll rock on the water. I'll cradle you deep,

and hold you while angels sing you to sleep.

Dawn and Dave
David M. Kimble


This song is a cathartic look at the darker side of Christmas.



I don't know why in the world I hate Christmas. It just doesn't seem right.

The hustle, the bustle, the frequency show of muscle, when shopping breaks into a fight.

The crazy traffic, the endless plastic, watch the holiday magic disappear.

I don't know why in the world I hate Christmas more every year.


I don't know why in the world I hate Christmas. It just doesn't seem fair.

The yearly resumption of ridiculous consumption to prove to our loved ones we care.

The chestnuts burning, the snowplows churning, the madness returning yet again.

I don't know why in the world can't wait for Christmas to end.


Christmas music starting before Thanksgiving weekend, Santa on the TV just won't quit.

Parents are bombarded every forty-five seconds with commercials for the latest plastic...

stuff that breaks on Christmas morning.


Why in the world I hate Christmas, it's kind of hard to explain.

The one time of year when our families gather near, so we can drive each other insane.

'Tis the season to abandon all reason. It's like I'm committing treason when I say,

"I don't know why in the world I wish that Christmas would just go away!"


A reindeer with a nose that probably radioactive...

Mistletoe with berries that can kill...

And what could cause a person to find fruitcake attractive?

And would it be to much to ask if we could stop with all the pa-rum-pum-pum-ing?


Why in the world I hate Christmas, what's wrong with a little excess?

The holly, the bells, whatever friggin' sells provokes my inner Grinch to express.

I can't take it. I'm not gonna fake it. I don't think that I'll make it through.

Each year the worst of the holidays I rediscover.

364 days not enough to recover.

I don't know why in the world I hate Christmas as much as I do.

Dawn and Dave
David M. Kimble


There's a lot about Christmas I didn't like very much, but as a parent I could definitely relate to the story of a mother and her new-born child.

This song is inspired by the realization that every mother is Mary, and every baby is a miracle.


Baby, sleep. Ox and sheep, watch will keep your slumbering.

They can sense the magic that's gathered for your birth.

Close your eyes. If I cry, it's just that I am wondering,

what it means to my life that you're here on the earth.


Who am I? And why was I selected for this task?

Give my baby to the world -- that's a lot to ask.


Child divine, as if a sign, a star is shining over us.

The night sky is so hopeful to have you in this place.

Snuggle tight, from the night. That special light watches over us.

Your mother's heart is lifted to watch your lovely face.


I know you'll change the world. You'll be a paragon, sublime.

But the troubled world can wait, and for now you're mine.


Baby sleep...

The Kimbles


This was the finale of our May 21 house concert.




Dawn and Dave
Salem Kimble


This song was written by our older daughter, Salem (it's also on her CD, Move On). She first performed it in 2010 at our CD (Find Your Way Back Home) release party. Over the years, it's become an important touchstone for me. It feels like my inner wisdom speaking to me through my daughter, a reminder to rest here at the still point even as we take the ride. I hope you enjoy it, too. With deep gratitude to Salem....


Here is where I find myself. Glancing down the road that's behind, noticing all of the things that aligned, no moment was ever wasted to get me here where I find myself. Water flows and dreams show nothing here is permanent. Yet, when I open my eyes, I see it is so evident everything is heaven-sent, and we find it here. Here, where we find ourselves. A planet spins and a child grins and it's nothing you can quantify. Yet, in the beat of a heart, it's clear Life, itself, is whizzing by! Step aboard and take the ride to deliver you... here where you find yourself. Whispering up from the cracks in the road, telling me trust is the best way to go, holding me close now at every turn, teaching me slowly to learn. All I imagine is one breath away just waiting for me to finally say, Here is where I find myself.
Dawn and Dave
Kern & Hammerstein


The lyrics are clearly from a different era, but we have so much fun playing this song that we do it anyway.


Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, I gotta love one man 'til I die. Can't help lovin' that man of mine. Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow, tell me I'm crazy, baby I know. Can't help lovin' that man of mine. When he goes away, that's a rainy day. And when he comes back the day is fine, the sun will shine. He can come home as late as can be. Home without him ain't no home to me. Can't help lovin' that man of mine.
Dawn and Dave
Dawn Kimble


Where'd you go, my dear? I always thought I'd find you here. But you went away And you're not comin' back. No, no, no. There's just an empty place inside. The fire you ignited was warm, wondrous, and bright. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Who are you anyway? A rising wave, a radiant light? You flash within. Dissolve the walls. Oh, yeah. You open up the gates inside. What form will you take now, You rascal, you shapeshifting one? You shapeshifter! I'm trackin' you. I caught your scent. You slipped right through Before I knew what you meant. You open all my senses, Destroy all my defenses. How did you get into my heart? I feel you, Shapeshifter. Are you shaping me? Improv I'm trackin' you...(repeat) Now, you're here, my dear. You show up always, everywhere. Since you're here to stay, Come on, baby, let's play... Around.


Dawn and Dave
John Lennon


Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for and no religion, too Imagine all the people Living life in peace You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you will join us And the world will be as one Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You, you may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you will join us And the world will live as one
Dawn and Dave
John Denver


Our oldest son, Casey, was born in 1982, the year this song came out on Seasons of the Heart by John Denver. Casey recently asked us to record this song he heard us sing and play from an early age.

The lyrics point to the interconnectedness and preciousness of all forms of life. For me, this was long before I ever heard of Thich Nhat Hanh's interbeing. I so enjoyed remembering this sweet song. Thank you, Casey. 


A heritage of vision was given to us all,
to smell the rose's fragrance, to hear the songbird's call.
To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.

And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.

And don't you know the life that lies within those silent hills
is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled
as man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
oh, who's to say the nightingale has any less a voice.

The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.

So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
The hawk lies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
As far away as you may go, we'll never be apart.
It's in your dreams that you may know the seasons of the heart.

Dawn and Dave
Eric Bogle


Martin, don't go out tonight. Martin, stay at home. You know I die a thousand times every hour you're gone. One more night of waiting for the knocking at the door that will make another widow. Curse this endless bloody war. And for all your talk of freedom, we're all prisoners of a cause that's stolen pity from the heart, crushed reason in its jaws. It's put the nightmare in your eyes and the blood upon your hands, and made a senseless graveyard of our green beloved land. Sing of martyrs, sing of heroes, make your song sounds like a prayer. But who pays the price? Who must sacrifice, the children that we bear. Do you wonder, we despair. Martin, when I look at you, shall I tell you what I see? And endless, timeless, silent line of women just like me through the anguished ages (I sang the wrong word. Ancient instead of anguished) waiting for the knocking at the door. Well, we won't wait any longer and we won't be silent anymore. And you sing your song of liberty as if I can't understand. Does the wild, free spark in a woman's heart burn less than in a man's? Do you think I don't love this land?
Dawn and Dave
Harry Connick Jr.
Dawn and Dave
Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots


Written in 1938, this song has been recorded by a wide range of artists from Billie Holiday to Judy Garland to Frank Sinatra to Dawn and Dave.



You go to my head,
and you linger like a haunting refrain.
And I find you spinning 'round in my brain,
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.

You go to my head,
like a sip of sparkling Burgundy brew.
And I find the very mention of you
like the kicker in a julep or two.

The thrill of the thought, that you might give a thought,
to my plea cast a spell over me.
Still I say to myself, "Get a hold of yourself.
Can't you see that it never can be?"

You go to my head,
with a smile that makes my temperature rise.
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
you intoxicate my soul with your eyes.

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine,
hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance.
You go to my head. You go to my head.

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