Dakota - 04/05/19 09:39 PM
Well folks, I haven't stopped by or posted here in a long time, but I finally finished a song with Studio One. It's personal, and the first verse is true.
Dakota
Style = Improvised Half-Time Folk
Real Drums/Tracks:
2509 Cello Pop Ev 120
618 Fiddle Background Ev 120
1752 Accordion Rhythm 8ths Ev 110
1877 Fiddle Soloist Ev 120
Shaker Folk Ev 16
EZDrummer2
DAKOTA
I left here I was twenty-two
Said goodbye to everything I knew
Made my way for the open sea
Far from the fields and the rolling prairie
Of Dakota, Dakota
Eyes wide open, sails unfurled
Took me half-a-way around the world
I set foot on the distant shore
Now the only thing that I’m longing for
Is Dakota, Dakota
Chorus
Dakota
To you I come
My leaving done
My courses run
Where my song’s been sung
Since my days were young
Back to you I come
Dakota
First time I lost sight of land
I was aloft just like I planned
In the rigging high up on the mast
Part of me was holding fast
To Dakota, Dakota
Drifting back I can see it plain
Like the corn and these waves of grain
Firmly anchored roots go deep
Come the time my soul will keep
In Dakota, Dakota
Copyright ©2018 Scott H. Olson
Dakota
Style = Improvised Half-Time Folk
Real Drums/Tracks:
2509 Cello Pop Ev 120
618 Fiddle Background Ev 120
1752 Accordion Rhythm 8ths Ev 110
1877 Fiddle Soloist Ev 120
Shaker Folk Ev 16
EZDrummer2
DAKOTA
I left here I was twenty-two
Said goodbye to everything I knew
Made my way for the open sea
Far from the fields and the rolling prairie
Of Dakota, Dakota
Eyes wide open, sails unfurled
Took me half-a-way around the world
I set foot on the distant shore
Now the only thing that I’m longing for
Is Dakota, Dakota
Chorus
Dakota
To you I come
My leaving done
My courses run
Where my song’s been sung
Since my days were young
Back to you I come
Dakota
First time I lost sight of land
I was aloft just like I planned
In the rigging high up on the mast
Part of me was holding fast
To Dakota, Dakota
Drifting back I can see it plain
Like the corn and these waves of grain
Firmly anchored roots go deep
Come the time my soul will keep
In Dakota, Dakota
Copyright ©2018 Scott H. Olson