Jennifer Leonhardt: MUSIC

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

vocals JL guitar Jeff Rady acoustic, bass James Bullard violin Sarah Stollak dobro Robert "Doppler Bob" Schmidt drums Dave Townsend

i have a broken down chair set out on the porch just for weather a raging winter storm last year has taken what was left of the birchwood and if god has a plan in lovin then the hills are going to overflow with young yeah yeah yeah i am a daughter out of minstrels even though they may appear not to be a jagged city sidewalk crook'd flower is the only living witness to the snippets of the old songs they sing to hearten on a lonely 'nother hour i tell you, i don't really care about perfection o no no no no no no but i sing because the singing's here to get sung of a season in my dreams you visit me like a husband and i am healed of every little wrong we already are living private moments you have caught my eye and though i'm sleepin every fiber in me recognizes and i am no longer among the spellbound and the skies'll gather in conclusion day goes into night right back to day a flower's only purpose is just to flower and beauty is the 'i' in each beholder just like it is in my nature to die