Up Hurricane Creek

CD Lyrics & Notes on the Songs

(1) FULL SNOW MOON (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in February 2012 in the farmland outside Enterprise, Oregon

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Mandolin: Bob Webb

There’s a full Snow Moon coming up tonight
February fields are sleeping in her light
Just a few more hours till the day is done
And before you know it, we’ll have another one

No one knows where love goes
How it flows, encircling you and me

There’s an open door you could walk right through                            
Is there really anything stopping you?
If you had the chance, if you could not fail                    
Is there any mountain you could not scale?

Earth spins round, sun up, sun down
Heavenbound, each moment in your hand

Did you do your best? Did it make you smile?
Did you leave the rest to walk the crooked mile?          
Did it bring you love? Did it break your heart?
Could you rise above and make a new start?

No one knows where life goes
The river flows forever to the sea

(2) LITTLE BLACK TICK (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in April 2015 in Enterprise, OR

Ukulele & vocal: Heidi Muller
Bassoon & contrabassoon: Mark Eubanks

Goin’ out for a walk, first day of spring
Up Hurricane Creek, hear the little birds sing
Oh…  little black tick
Come off the mountain and I feel so grand
Then I see a little spider walking ‘cross my hand
Oh… little black tick

Little black tick, oh he feel so free
He just wanna run all over on me
Tired of climbing up grass all day
Looking for a warm place he can stay

When I get back home, I start to itch
Peel off my clothes with a nervous twitch
Oh… little black tick
I brush my hair, I check my chin  
Got a strange sensation all over my skin
Oh… little black tick

Little black tick, oh he feel so free…

When I finally get over feelin’ creepy      
It’s time for bed, I’m feelin’ sleepy
Oh… little black tick
Then I wake up and what do I find
There’s a tick on my face, I’m outta my mind
Oh… little black tick

Little black tick, oh he feel so free…

Then my sweetie wakes up real self-assured
And he sends that tick to his great reward
Oh… little black tick
So if you go walkin’ up Hurricane Crick
You’d better watch out for the little black tick
Oh… little black tick
Oh… little black tick
Oh… little black tick

(3) WILD HORSES (© 2009, TR Ritchie, Whitebark Music)
For more about TR’s music and poetry, please visit www.trritchie.com

Dulcimers (DAD & EAA): Heidi Muller
Vocals: Heidi Muller, Tracy Spring
Accordion: David Vallelunga
Baritone guitar: Bob Webb

How long was I fooling myself? How long was I living a lie?
Telling myself it doesn’t matter, I let all those chances go by
If it were mine to do over, I’d blow off the doors to begin
The lion would roar, the eagle would soar
And wild horses would come charging in

So many good things disappear; so many good friends get away
So much precious time can be lost, squandered on needless delay
Everything turns on the moment. Is it ever too late to begin?
The slightest of moves brings a thunder of hooves
And wild horses come charging in

When I dream, I am never too old. I have not yet bought into the lie
The world is a wild and beautiful place, and fear has not clouded my eye
Sometimes when I wake in the morning, I’m not sure which world I am in,
But I take it on faith I’ve come to a place
Wild horses come charging in

Everything turns on the moment. Is it ever too late to begin?
The slightest of moves brings a thunder of hooves
And wild horses come charging in

(4) ANATONE (Words © 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI; music © 1945 Bob Wills, Bourne Co.) Written for the tiny town in Washington that our Wallowa County, Oregon residents drive through on supply runs to Lewiston andClarkston. We all love its population sign.

Anatone, WAVocals: Heidi Muller, Sharon Porter
Guitar: Matt Bell
Fiddle: Caleb Samples
Mandolin: Bob Webb

There’s a place up north that I long to see
Where Rattlesnake Grade meets the fields and trees
If you stand right there and you throw a stone
You’ll surely hit old Anatone

Where the speed drops down to 35 or so
Could be a police car so go real slow
There’s a sign to read while you are in the zone          
That tells the tale of Anatone

There’s 38 people and 17 cats
Twenty dogs and a few old bats
Eleven horses, no one’s alone
Let’s all go to Anatone

There are cities all across the land
Teeming with people on every hand
Out of all those millions, you don’t know one
Sometimes a crowd ain’t too much fun

You might have a cabin up in the trees
Ice to your knuckles and snow to your knees
Wishin’ for a friend that you could telephone
Or you could go to Anatone          

Where there’s 38 people…           

When the gales howl and the breezes blow
And half the county’s in Mexico
I’m tellin’ you now, when you’re cold to the bone
You’d feel warm in Anatone

Where there’s 38 people…                       

So pack your bags and don’t be denied
Drive down the canyon and up the other side
To the coolest place north of San Antone
Take a trip to Anatone
You won’t need a chaperone
You’re never alone in Anatone

(5) 32 PAIRS OF SHOES (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in March 2015, inspired by the book Bold Spirit by Linda Lawrence Hunt

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Mandolin: Bob Webb

Helga Estby came from Norway, married at 16 years
Built a sod house on the prairie, learned to persevere
She and Ole moved to Spokane
Ten children later, working the land

Then an injury crippled Ole, with a mortgage to be paid         
And then the banks failed, 1893; no money to be made
Three years later to save the family farm
Helga and her daughter walked arm in arm

$10,000 was the wager, to prove a woman’s strength 
Walk the country to New York City; go the entire length
Helga and Clara walked for seven months        
Through heat, storm and danger, and didn’t turn back once

4000 miles
We can do this
32 pairs of shoes

They arrived in late December, but the payout was refused
They missed the deadline - three days late - it would not be excused
Stranded penniless by Christmas Day
Try as they would, they couldn’t make it home till May

When they got home, only sadness; diptheria had claimed
Two of her children in her absence, now Helga was to blame
It was a fool’s errand, what she had done
Unforgiven, now she was shunned

4000 miles
All for nothing
32 pairs of shoes

Helga meant to sell her memoir, but her journals all were lost
So she rewrote her adventures, knowing what it cost
Yet when she died, her memories were spurned
Only two pages escaped being burned

4000 miles…
 
Helga’s story almost vanished in shaming and in strife
But it was whispered for 90 years till it came back to life
Newspapers wrote about her all along the way
And piece by piece, her story was saved

2007, Daughters of Norway, Mountain Home, Idaho
Named their lodge for Helga Estby so they could proudly show
She walked for women and her family
And now we honor her place in history

4000 miles
We remember
32 pairs of shoes

4000 miles
Helga Estby
32 pairs of shoes

(6) HUMMINGBIRD (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in May 2016 up Hurricane Creek, Joseph, Oregon

Dulcimer (EAA) & vocal: Heidi Muller
Electric cello: Bob Webb

Tiny wings fluttering, buzzing and gone
Little streaks of mercury shine in the dawn
Green back, copper neck, tawny and red
Flying out of sight, was it something I said
Ooh, hummingbird

Kinda like a falcon packaged like a bee
Kinda like a beetle flying by at warp speed
Drives like a bullet, dives like a dart
Strikes like an arrow aimed straight at my heart
Ooh, hummingbird

Ride in on the wind on the first day of May
Leave in the fall with snow on the way
How many miles will your little wings beat?
All the way to Mexico, return and repeat
Ooh, hummingbird

(7) KEEP AN EYE ON THE MOON (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in March, 2008 in Joseph, Oregon after a lunar eclipse. Recorded previously on the Songs From the End of the Road CD featuring Wallowa County songwriters Janis Carper, Carolyn Lochert, Rodd Ambroson and myself.

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Mandolin: Bob Webb
Harmony vocals: Janis Carper, Carolyn Lochert

Tonight when the sun dropped down in the sky, it backlit the fields and farms
Venus and Mars sang a dark lullabye and gathered them up in their arms
It’s a good time to walk your worries away and sing to yourself a new tune
If the answer you needed didn’t come through the day
Stand by, and keep an eye on the moon

Keep an eye on the moon, she’ll light up your way
She’ll lean down and listen to what you have to say
If your heart’s feeling empty, like a mother she’ll croon,
“Shine on through the night, you’ll be alright”
Keep an eye on the moon

The world keeps on spinning around and around, and time only turns a deaf ear
All that you’ve lost and all that you’ve found are fragile, and fleeting, and dear
It’s a time to remember the ones that you love and leave behind your cocoon
Bring what you have and come into the sun
And tonight, keep an eye on the moon

Keep an eye on the moon, she’ll light up your way
She’ll lean down and listen to what you have to say
If you’re dancing with shadows in the late afternoon
Just give it awhile, you’ll feel her smile
Keep an eye on the moon

Waxing, waning, hidden or full
Her mystery, silent and white
Eclipses and changes, pushes and pulls
Hearts… tides… owls in flight

Somewhere away in a far-off land, a child stares into the fire
A tambourine jingles on an aged hand, bracelets and jewels to admire
It’s the oldest of melodies lingering low over the desert and dune
It sings to the stars what the grandmothers know
It’s wise to keep an eye on the moon

Keep an eye on the moon, she’ll light up your way
She’ll lean down and listen to what you have to say
If you’re wired and restless , she’ll tell you that soon
It’ll fade in her gaze, it’s only a phase
Keep an eye on the moon
Keep an eye on the moon

(8) Loudendale / Cuckoo’s Nest (© 2016 Bob Webb & Heidi Muller)
This instrumental begins with a part of Mozart’s Canzonetta Deh vieni alla finestra from Don Giovanni. Loudendale was inspired by the bluegrass-playing brothers who worked on our cars in the little community of Loudendale, over the mountain from Charleston, WV. Best mechanics we ever had! Caleb Samples introduced us to the traditional tune, Cuckoo’s Nest.

Mandolin: Bob Webb
Guitar: Heidi Muller

(9) WHITEBARK (© 1990 TR Ritchie, Whitebark Music, BMI)
For more about TR’s music and poetry, please visit www.trritchie.com
I first heard this sung by TR at a music party in my apartment in Seattle. I immediately wanted to learn it and recorded it on my CD, Matters of the Heart. Bob and I have kept performing it, so wanted to re-record it in TR’s honor, now that he has passed on.

Dulcimer & vocal: Heidi Muller
Mandolin: Bob Webb         

This is the life I have been given
These are the seasons of my time
And I am seeking out the light
According to design
I’ve weathered storms I cannot count
To make this world my home
In a place where small and twisted things
Can split the hardest stone

In one like me you might not see
How I have managed to exist
A fragile crooked rack of limbs
In terrain as rough as this
But to those who take their chances here
Experience has shown
That sometimes small and twisted things
Can split the hardest stone

So shed no tears of pity here
Spin no tales of tragic grace
Just let it be enough that life
Is blooming in this rocky place
It is the proof that seeds will grow
Wherever they are sown
And that sometimes small and twisted things
Can split the hardest stone

(10) ALL HALLOW’S EVE (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
I wrote this song on Nov. 1, 2010, remembering my travels in Poland in 1976, when I walked through a cemetery in Zakopane at dusk as older women lit candles and decorated graves for All Saints Day on November 1. This is the same time as Samhain, the ancient festival of the dead, when it is said that the veil between the worlds is thin.

Guitar: Heidi Muller
Vocals: Heidi Muller, Tracy Spring
Cello: Bob Webb

Seasons turn as earth is spinning ‘round
Radiance burns the summer to the ground
Somewhere across the sea, a candle in the night
Recalls the memory of dancing in the light

Shutters close against the pressing wind
Wisdom knows it’s wiser to stay in
Only the bravest and the lovers who believe
Will venture through the dark on this most hallowed eve

Trembling hearts and souls unseen drawn to the flame
Once a year will gather here breathing their names

Those who live bring offerings of gifts
They would give their love till darkness lifts
Those on the other side long to touch their skin
Oh, to feel a gentle kiss when the veil is thin

Trembling hearts and souls unseen drawn to the flame
Once a year will gather here breathing their names

Centuries pass and still we mark the day
Though through the glass we dimly see our way
For saints and family, for all we love and grieve
We keep the fires lit every Hallow’s Eve

(11) TRAVELER (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in January, 2008 in Joseph, Oregon. Glacial moraines and Chief Joseph Mountain rise above Wallowa Lake, in the ancestral homeland of the Nez Perce. Recorded previously on the Songs From the End of the Road CD.

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Native American flute: Roger McGee

Come, weary traveler, to the end of the road
Lay down your burden, lighten your load
Winds at your back have tired of the chase
Left you to pray at the stations of grace

Glint on the water, hawk in the air
Lift up your eyes to see what is there
Crags of greenstone rise from the sand 
Moon and moraine at the edge of the land

The shoulders of Joseph carry the sky
He is no stranger to pain
Calling for justice, forever his cry
Rolls through the thunder and rain

Rest in the twilight in safety and peace
Open your hand and feel the release
Mountains of mercy are bringing you ‘round
Take back your dreams with your feet on the ground

(12) MESILLA (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
For my friend Jill and all the good times we’ve had together in New Mexico, from soaking in the hot springs of Ojo Caliente and T&C to making blue masa pancakes and hiking Picacho Peak. I started this in Seattle over 20 years ago and never felt like I got it right till I finished it this year.

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Accordion: David Vallelunga
Fiddle: Caleb Samples
Mandolin: Bob Webb

I dream of open spaces from my city kitchen table
All I hear is traffic going by
I dream about the summer
Heat pouring through the windshield
Breeze through the window, hair in my eyes

If tickets didn’t cost money, I’d be flying in on Friday
Catch some silver wing across the sky   

The road to old Mesilla is a bumpy, narrow highway
A dusty, hot and dry way past arroyos and pecan trees
The cracked and weathered floorboards
The white walls and the red doors
Creak and sway for eternity                                                                      

If tickets didn’t cost money, I’d be flying in on Friday
Seeking out your company

I’ll write myself a river that cuts across this wide land
Its reflection in my hand will flash me your smile         
We’ll listen to the wind blow the song of Picacho                    
And walk together down another mile    

If tickets didn’t cost money, I’d be flying in on Friday
Watch the world with you awhile

(13) IN WALLOWA (© 2016 Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
Written in February, 2008 in Joseph, Oregon, inspired in part by Janie Tippett’s column about ranch life in the Wallowa County Chieftain. The Wallowa Mountains, the Wallowa Valley, or just Wallowa, as we often call it, is our home in northeast Oregon. Recorded previously on the Songs From the End of the Road CD.

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Fiddle: Caleb Samples
Mandolin: Bob Webb

Rivers and rangeland, rigs and four-wheelers
Redtails and cottonwoods, hounds and blue heelers
Glacial erratics, Terminal ale
Rodeos, sled dogs, magpies and quail

Red barns and grange halls, Tamkaliks powwow
Elk with new antlers thinks he’s a cow now
Roads off to nowhere, nowhere to go
Out in the county it’s blowing with snow

It’s hard but it’s worth it to live on this land
There’re no guarantees of a bird in the hand
We carve and we chisel, we plant and we plow
We’re sticking it out in Wallowa

Cowboys and Indians, Maxville and Promise
Hayfields and timber, Clydesdales and llamas
Trailheads and prayer flags up Hurricane Creek
Bowlby stone, trophy homes, century-old brick

Cattle and horses, canyons and prairie
Camas and bitterroot, wild huckleberry
Memories of Joseph, miners and gold
Ranch wives and woodstoves and winters so cold

It’s hard but it’s worth it to live on this land
There’re no guarantees of a bird in the hand
We carve and we chisel, we plant and we plow
We’re sticking it out in Wallowa

No Starbucks, no WalMart, no traffic, no stoplights
No money, no worries, just stay out of bar fights 
Neon and nightlife, and finely-lit fountains                                           
Can’t hold a candle to the moon on the mountains
    
There’s beauty in silence deep as the sky
Spirit and salmon and dreams you can’t buy
Friendship and fellowship, all here together
Through fire and drought, wind and fair weather

It’s hard but it’s worth it to live on this land
There’re no guarantees of a bird in the hand
We carve and we chisel, we plant and we plow
We’re sticking it out in Wallowa

(14) SENDING US HOME (© 2016, Heidi Muller, Cascadia Music, BMI)
In August, 2014 I was thrilled to catch a concert at the Couth Buzzard by old friends from the Seattle music scene, William Pint and Felicia Dale. The next day I wrote this song with their voices and the hurdy gurdy humming along in my mind. It was a real joy to have them join us on the recording.

Guitar & vocal: Heidi Muller
Hurdy gurdy: Felicia Dale
Ukulele: William Pint
Harmony vocals: William Pint, Felicia Dale

The sun is down, our sails are furled
Long may we sing
Peace is settling on the world
Circling the world, oh
Velvet sky a-light with stars (and)
Dreams on the wing
Sending us home, sweet home   

What a lovely time we’ve had
Long may we sing
Friend to friend, our hearts are glad
Circling the world, oh
Voices lifted up as one
Dreams on the wing
Sending us home, sweet home   

All the blessings we have shared
Long may we sing
Spiral upward through the air
Circling the world, oh
Guide us safely through the night (with)
Dreams on the wing
Sending us home, sweet home   

And as we all are homeward bound       
Long may we sing
Soon enough we’ll turn around
Circling the world, oh
May our paths all cross again (with)
Dreams on the wing
Bringing us home, sweet home               
Bringing us home, sweet home