*** John Fairhurst *** * the Snow Lies Deep *
The snow lies deep out on them there hills its blowing hard out on them there hills Just trying to find the way to end what i have begun trying hard To make my way back home I will try, until the day that I die I will try, until the day that I die The way we’re goin on Well...it wont be too long out on them there hills Its blowing hard Deep into the heart of the sun air is thin Breathing low bleeding fast black stone embedded in my memory falling down I’m falling down now I’m falling down I’m falling down sinking down broken down So there i froze And here i lay 5000 years to this day take me away i’m lying here Away From this cursed land There be snow out on them there hills Its blowing hard oh out on them there hills I Fear not my death nor the cold old knarled hand of time my story is carved deep deep in to the mountain side So lay me down lay me down lay me down to my rest ----------------------- John Fairhurst truly epitomises the modern day wandering blues man. Stories of hunger, listlessness, roaming and reckless abandon are just a prelude to John’s amazing story, something that can only be fully understood in the presence of the man. Hailed by many as the best guitarist in Britain and nominated in The British Blues Awards 2013 for Best Original Song
