Gentle come the morning mist, gentle come the day. Gentle as they come to touch, gentle as they play. Gentle come my thoughts of you, gentle come each day. Gentle as they come to touch, gentle as they stay.
Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.