We had just zeroed in on the theme for our Girls’ Camp in 1989. I had a full day on the road the next day driving to my Aunt Faye Watkins’ funeral. It was an amazing funeral and sparked such creative juices. As I was driving home, the lyrics came to me as if from a fire hose. I pulled off the road several times to write. This is the result of that experience.
This was a piano solo first, and my husband loved it. When my Mom heard it, she heard a song and put the song words. It was sung in the valley where she lived quite a bit for a few years. I’m sorry I don’t have a recording. The electronic version is the next best thing.