Heading North There

There’s something about the fall season that appeals to me on a spiritual level. Particularly fall in Vermont. And to me no recorded album of music captures that autumn feeling quite like Music from Big Pink by The Band. “Heading North There” is my attempt to emulate the spirit of the music of that album with a tip of the cap as well to “Whispering Pines,” the great introspective tune sung by Richard Manuel from The Band’s second album.

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Credits & Lyrics

Rich Lehmann
Rich Lehmann

Credits

Richard Lehmann – Vocals and acoustic guitar
David Rimelis – Fiddle
David Stolarz – Keys
Shawn Patrick Fichtner – Drums and percussion
Dean Nevolis – Guitars
Eric Swiontkowski – Bass
Glenn “Kootz” Taylor - Strings

Recording Engineer – Matt Ryan
Mixing & Mastering – Glenn “Kootz” Taylor
Recorded at HomeFront Studios, Caldwell NJ
Mixed and Mastered at Taylor-Made Productions, North Caldwell NJ
© 2016 Stop Chester Music

 

Lyrics

Song and lyrics by Richard Lehmann (ASCAP)

We’re heading north there’s no looking back
Mountains glittering gold
In the air burns a fireside
Funny stories being told
When the sun turns in
A starry night is calling me
On down the road
To the water’s edge
Spend some time in this magic place

Hang a right off the Thruway
Up the road lies Vergennes
Old Champlain is like a movie
All scenes in blue from end to end
The mirrored sky
Opens wide as you arrive
Come take a ride along with me
Let’s find a place where we can stay for a while.

Chorus:

And my soul goes… (Yodel)

Along one hundred the waters dance
Cleanse the mountains in spring
Every curve brings another trance
Let’s see what the next turn will bring
I’ve seen them there, the lovers parked in hidden cars
With tales to tell, that no one hears
A loser’s spin on the wheel of tears

Chorus

And my eyes go… (Yodel)

I’m too clumsy for skiing
I’ll find a stool in the lodge
Rosy cheeks and possibilities
There’s a warm front in my arms
Let’s skate away
To a quiet time, where the whispering pines
So softly hint, go steal a kiss.
A snowy stroll past fence posts and drifts

We could make our lives here
We could leave it all behind
Something tells me we’d do fine, dear
A simple place on a mountainside
For now we’ll go back home
And work on rhymes in common time
Then come again
Before the loon takes flight
And find a place where we can stay for awhile

Then my soul goes… (Yodel – repeat)