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TREELINE is a homegrown Canadian acoustic project with it’s roots in the original music of singer songwriter Gregory Swain. We grew out of the fertile York Region Open Mic scene centred in Richmond Hill, Ontario, and stand in the shadows cast by Gordon Lightfoot, Willie P Bennett, Bruce Cockburn, Stan Rogers, Stephen Fearing, Ian Tamblyn…
As of January 2020 there are a few copies of our first CD left, please reach out and connect if you’re interested in acquiring the WAV version for yourself, or consider the mp3 download option. If you already have one and are eager for the next iteration, rest assured we hope to have it ready for this coming summer…
If you would prefer to have us play right in your living room, please contact Steffi at York Region Open Mic for booking info.
We’ll let you know where and when you can find us!
Am I making love to you
Or just breaking your heart
Sometimes it’s hard to tell these things
Been that way from the start
I have never felt this way
Never been here before
How much of you can I drink in
Still be thirsty for more
And oh how I love to miss you
When you’re not around
Like all the roads we did not take
What was lost will be found
I’m still heading westward
Damn near wore out my boots
I’ll be at my destination
When I’m back to the roots
So pull my big brown boots on
I’m going for a hike
See that red head sun go down
Fly my heart like a kite
So am I making love to you
Or just breaking your heart
Only time will tell these things
Been that way from the start
It’s been that way from the start
Sukkot 2015
You’re standing at the trailhead of tomorrow
Your whole life starts again today
Find the meaning of your memories
For there’s a price you have to pay
Count the people who have loved you
And those you’ve touched in turn
There are blessings in the details
And wisdom left to earn
Follow your heart into tomorrow
There’s still so much left to learn
Moonrise over Manitoulin
Shimmering silver on Georgian Bay
We’ll catch the falling stars till morning
Then stay in bed the whole next day
Count the people who have touched you
And those you’ve loved in turn
There are blessing in the details
And bridges left to burn
Follow your heart into tomorrow
There’s still so much left to learn
Take my hand and walk a while
All we’ve ever owned is time
And we are living in this moment
Of the never ending rhyme
Count the people who have loved you
And those you’ve touched in turn
There are blessings in the details
And wisdom left to learn
Follow your heart into tomorrow
There’s still so much left to learn
Feb 2017
I’ve not see you for such a very long time
I’ve been living in this dream
There were children and there are parents too
These days we’re somewhere in between
And there’s a river that runs between us
No bridge or boat in sight
I am shouting from the shoreline
Swim with all your might
I’ve been living I’ve been dying too
These days I’m somewhere in between
And I’ve been laughing I’ve been drying too
Looking back at who I’ve been
And there’s a mountain in between us
No bridge or rad in sight
I am shouting down the valley
Climb with all your might
There are students there are teachers too
We are somewhere in between
There are prophets there are preachers too
And still we don’t know what it all means
There’s a river that runs between us
No bridge or road in sight
I am shouting from the shoreline
Swim with all your might
There are dreamers there are doers too
You and I are somewhere in between
There are winners there are losers too
Are we as lucky as it seems?
There’s a mountain in between us
No bridge or road in sight
I am shouting from the shoreline
Climb with all your might
And there’s a river that runs between us
No bridge or boat in sight
I am shouting from the shoreline
Swim with all your might
⁃ gds June 2017
For my kid brother, who lives on the other side of the Rocky Mountains and Athabasca River.
Twisted branches reaching up for the sky
Fingers climbing to the sun
Like the leaves our love had to die
The bond between us came undone
In the morning when I look into your eyes
Something happened to the fun
Now that winter’s here and the snow will start to fly
Who has lost and who has won
Lonely midnight train are you going my way
Will you offer me a ride
Looking out an empty Pullman at the passing day
Brings me peace of mind
If I could see you again there’s so much I would say
But I’m running out of time
A new town along the rounds I think I’ll stay
And see who’s here to find
The wind is whining in the trees on the edge of town
It’s singing me a song
Walking in the snow leaving foot prints on the ground
They will melt before too long
I am so far away I never will be found
I can’t feel that I belong
So when the morning comes I’ll leave without a sound
You won’t miss me when I’m gone
GDS 1981ish
I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
But there’s no sickness no toil or danger
In the bright land to where I go
I’m just going to see my mother
Said she’d meet me when I come
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going way back home
I know dark clouds will gather round me
I know my road is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where they dig the graves so deep
I’m just going to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going way back home
All my trials will soon be over
My body will sleep in the deep dark ground
I’ll drop this cross of self-denial
My soul will sing a beautious sound
I’m just going to see my mother
Said she’d meet me when I come
I’m just going over Jordan
I’m just going way back home
Anonymous circa 1850. Most folks only sing the first two verses, it was a challenge to find the third, and I’ve heard versions with father or mother choruses but combine them both herein.
