In the footsteps of the Fool

Something told the wild geese It was time to fly, - Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. After the excesses of the previous e...

Now that the singer is gone  where shall I go for the song? A post came up on Twitter today that prompted me to write about something I'...

Oh peace train sounding louder Glide on the peace train Was it only a week ago I was sitting on a train from Ranthambore back to Delhi?  Som...

How I wish I could return to those summers once again How I wish I could just sit in the presence of a friend Making music or just listening...

Hear the trumpets hear the pipers One hundred million angels singin' Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum Voices callin...

Oh, Whistle' and I'll come to ye, my lad,  O whistle, an' I'll come to ye, my lad; Tho' father, and mother and a' sh...

But I might write a song that makes you laugh, now that would be funny And you could tell your friends in England you'd like that But ...