Will record his first two independent cassette releases, Pickin’ Poker and Pick-Up Trucks and Kickin’ Up Dust, at Tony Young’s recording studio in Christoval.
The pair reunited in 2001 when Tony was working at a program at the Hill Country Youth Ranch near Kerrville, and Will spent some time out at the camp working with kids grieving the loss of a parent.
I knew Will had written & recorded a song about that experience, but I never heard him play it. I discovered it on YouTube this past week after Tony posted it — just 2 months ago.
“We recorded the song live in one take and it has been sittin’ on a shelf ever since. Last week I brushed the dust off of it and sent it to another wonderful friend, Raymond LaFauci and he was inspired to put together this lovely video.”
Thank you, Tony Young, for helping bring Will’s music to the world — then and now.
I heard about your mom’s name
In stone.
And I wondered
If you were alone.
If something felt like
Letting go,
And if you loved anyone
You still know.
Further than free,
You’ll be all right.
Beyond tears I see
An old petal beneath the night.
It ain’t true
That some others give a damn.
It’s good angels
And Uncle Sam.
Hope new rainfalls
Grace your wells,
And see you’re lovely
In light of farewells.
Further than free,
You’ll be all right.
Beyond tears I see
An old petal beneath the night.
I swore for you
About missing peace —
There never was a sheep
With black fleece.
I wonder,
My beautiful friend,
Where the sun’s flower is
At evening’s end.
Further than free,
You’ll be all right.
Beyond tears I see
An old petal beneath the night.
Further than free,
You’ll be all right.
Beyond tears I see
An old petal beneath the night.
Beyond tears I see
An old petal beneath the night.
Buller's back porch 