Sharon Anderson
Sharon Anderson and Kim Beggs

Lyrics

his boots broke down back in 56

the ruts were deep and the dust was thick

the chokin kind, and the nails poked thru

like a mother's sharp tongue finally rusted on through

she said you better do right and settle down

take mothers hand and your father's plow

and never you mind about the wonderin ways

we live at the mercy of the sun and the rain

 

he said if you could hold the wind

then you could harness me

but its already blown again

and me i'm long gone free

 

he left his load at the cross in the road

never to rise to a rooster's crow

no blister or stains, no sinner remains

pulled up from the roots by a whislin train

harvest time will be come and gone

under bended knees and faces long

i may not know the truth but i'll live no lie

sometimes a seed sprouts into the sky

 

he said if you could hold the wind

then you could harness me

but its already blown again

and me i'm long gone free

Sharon Anderson
sharon anderson produced by Gaye Delorme March2011

Story

'In the blue Canadian rockies
spring is silent through the trees
and the golden poppies are blooming
round the banks of lake Louise.'

In the mid 80’s against a backdrop of staggering beauty that was the skyline near Whistler mountain,

An ol cowboy sang to Bow and I, songs that he wrote ; sweetly reminiscent of ‘The Blue Canadian Rockies ‘’
and “Four strong winds”; songs that he had shared amongst the hearty ranch hands of northern Alberta
in the 50’s and 60’s in the bunkhouses and around the campfires of those mystic prairie lands.

I could see how thoughts like “This is my Sky” could have welled up in the heart of a young Ian Tyson as Johnny’s voice and simple guitar strokes trailed off softly into the night. 
His was a timeless contribution to what would become a trilogy for the Canadian West;
It’s iconic free spirited minstrel Canadian cowboys.

And so it was that in his last years, Johnny had wondered back into the Squamish country,
and befriended a duo of impressionable songsters playing at a café in Whistler. 
Johnny was to fall on the ice and break his hip that winter. 
He had no money, and I helped him pay his hospital bill. 
He was determined in the months that followed, to try and pay me back somehow. 
He relentlessly wrote letters to the Tommy Hunter show until at last I was signed up to sing my song Calahoo;
a song I had sneaked in through a back door and dropped onto the desk of Larry Donohue at CFCW radio in Camrose. 
Thus  was started a career for me.    Twenty six years later, Johnny has drifted into my dreams giving me this little song. 
Let us lift up our hearts and salute the sons of our rich musical heritage.
Let us not forget the springtime, or Johnny Fulton.

Lyrics

Springtime Johnny

sun was on the hillside    snow was all around
but for the crackling of the campfire   you couldn't hear a sound
then his eyes would twinkle   his chin on his guitar
and in the time it took to sing  my heart was on the wing and our back door wasn't far

Springtime Johnny    blue Canadian Rockies
I been kinda lonesome   play that song for me
your voice has found a trail that goes
through the acres of the sweet grass hills I know
dreams that never fade   happy children played   four strong winds ago

miles fell behind us   years flew out ahead
harsh winds have torn the canyons   leaving grey upon my head
spring had turned to summer   then winter crept in slow
was it just a dream  did i just see a gleam  within the fire's glow

Springtime Johnny    blue Canadian Rockies
I been kinda lonesome   play that song for me
your voice has found a trail that goes
through the acres of the sweet grass hills I know
dreams that never fade   happy children played   four strong winds ago

Sharon Andderson
Johnny Cymbal, Gary Smith, Capitol records 1991

Story

 

The Wheel of love

This is an old Favorite off the Capitol Bottom line album of 1991.

The Wheel of Love was written By our beloved late hamster writer brother at All Nations Music: Johnny Cymbal.  We were in-house writers there and had some super great times. Johnny had written the huge pop hits : Cinnamon, Mr. Bassman, Mary in the morning for Elvis, among others.  He was a cut up and we loved him.  Gary Smith wrote it with him. 

you should google Johnny Cymbal and you can see a great video of him singing Cinnamon. I sure miss him.  Godspeed my friend.

Lyrics

the wheel of love keeps spinnin spinnin

always ready for a new beginnin

just when you've given up

here comes the wheel of love

the wheel of love keeps turnin turnin

new fires in your heart start burnin

you can say that it's the moon above

i believe it's just the wheel of love..

Sharon Anderson
Bud McGuire, from the 1991 Capitol release album:The Bottom Line

Story

Bud McGuire was a great writer from our in-house group at All Nations Music.  (His brother was in the band Shanendoa, and he wrote stuff for them.)  Bud and i wrote Route 99 together on that album.

i love the Ribbons of Steel song.  it encompasses my spirit.

Lyrics

let it fly let it roll

engineer can'tcha throw on a little more coal

let it burn   let it turn these wheels

let me ride   these ribbons of steel

Sharon Anderson
Johnny Cymbal, Sharon Anderson Capitol Records Bottom Line Album 1991
Sharon Anderson
Kris Bergsness, /Bob Moulds, Sharon Anderson

Story

reached #2 for Lisa Brokop

Pony

03:07
Sharon Anderson
sharon anderson

Story

i dunno, this song partly came to me in a dream

but it was an arab horse; Alabar that i rode on wrinkle face mountain in my teens, that inspired it.

He took off on me every time.  it was a thrill to ride him though..

Lyrics

i still recall breaking out of the stall

with trembling hands i'd hold on

but i could ride with the wind and head for the sun

on a pony that wanted to run

Sharon Anderson
Cameron Molloy and Sharon Anderson
Sharon Anderson
James House, Allen Shamblin, Dave Gibson: Bottom Line album, Capitol records 1991
Sharon Anderson
Wayland Patton Sharon Anderson

Story

Won Alberta song of the year in 96

Trinity Lane featuring Sharon Anderson, Allen Estes, and Tom Grant
Trinity Lane

Story

Trinity Lane was a trio of Sharon Anderson, Tom Grant and Allen Estes, who wrote most of the folk harmony arranged material for Curb records in the late 80s

Trinity Lane featuring Sharon Anderson, Allen Estes, and Tom Grant
Trinity Lane

Story

Trinity Lane was a trio with Sharon Anderson, Allen Estes and Tom Grant in the late 80s

Trinity Lane featuring Sharon Anderson, Allen Estes, and Tom Grant
Trinity Lane

Story

Title track of the Curb release

Trinity Lane was a trio of Sharon Anderson Allen Estes and Tom Grant

Trinity Lane featuring Sharon Anderson, Allen Estes, and Tom Grant
Trinity Lane

Story

Trinity Lane was a trio of Sharon Anderson Tom Grant and Allen Estes on Curb Records

Sharon Andderson
sharon anderson

Story

Very first single, released out of Bumstead records in Edmonton, and received radio airplay on Cfcw among others, thanks to Larry Donahue

Lyrics

There's a little town i'm proud to call my home

Sharon Anderson
Sharon Anderson and Cyril Rawson

Story

i thought you might like to hear me singing Back to You.  It was recorded and charted by Lucille Starr.

Now hear the demo that i made of the song, that Lucille listened to.  Luckily she liked it enough to record it and title her

album Back to You.  Thank you Lucille.

Lyrics

Back to you  runnin like mountain water

back to you where once it flowed fresh and cool

nomatter how hard i try to love somebody new

every road that i take leads me back to you

Sharon Anderson
sharon's tune

Story

'In the blue Canadian rockies
spring is silent through the trees
and the golden poppies are blooming
round the banks of lake Louise.'

In the mid 80’s against a backdrop of staggering beauty that was the skyline near Whistler mountain,

An ol cowboy sang to Bow and I, songs that he wrote ; sweetly reminiscent of ‘The Blue Canadian Rockies ‘’
and “Four strong winds”; songs that he had shared amongst the hearty ranch hands of northern Alberta
in the 50’s and 60’s in the bunkhouses and around the campfires of those mystic prairie lands.

I could see how thoughts like “This is my Sky” could have welled up in the heart of a young Ian Tyson as Johnny’s voice and simple guitar strokes trailed off softly into the night. 
His was a timeless contribution to what would become a trilogy for the Canadian West;
It’s iconic free spirited minstrel Canadian cowboys.

And so it was that in his last years, Johnny had wondered back into the Squamish country,
and befriended a duo of impressionable songsters playing at a café in Whistler. 
Johnny was to fall on the ice and break his hip that winter. 
He had no money, and I helped him pay his hospital bill. 
He was determined in the months that followed, to try and pay me back somehow. 
He relentlessly wrote letters to the Tommy Hunter show until at last I was signed up to sing my song Calahoo;
a song I had sneaked in through a back door and dropped onto the desk of Larry Donohue at CFCW radio in Camrose. 
Thus  was started a career for me.    Twenty six years later, Johnny has drifted into my dreams giving me this little song. 
Let us lift up our hearts and salute the sons of our rich musical heritage.
Let us not forget the springtime, or Johnny Fulton.

Lyrics

Springtime Johnny

sun was on the hillside    snow was all around
but for the crackling of the campfire   you couldn't hear a sound
then his eyes would twinkle   his chin on his guitar
and in the time it took to sing  my heart was on the wing and our back door wasn't far

Springtime Johnny    blue Canadian Rockies
I been kinda lonesome   play that song for me
your voice has found a trail that goes
through the acres of the sweet grass hills I know
dreams that never fade   happy children played   four strong winds ago

miles fell behind us   years flew out ahead
harsh winds have torn the canyons   leaving grey upon my head
spring had turned to summer   then winter crept in slow
was it just a dream  did i just see a gleam  within the fire's glow

Springtime Johnny    blue Canadian Rockies
I been kinda lonesome   play that song for me
your voice has found a trail that goes
through the acres of the sweet grass hills I know
dreams that never fade   happy children played   four strong winds ago