A gypsy friend of mine, who would travel each year from Canada to Mexico to skip the cold, taught me this song while sitting on a sunny beach.
A smooth version of a song we have been working on.
To add to our songs from the sea:
A folk song from Ecuador. Loosely translated: "I want you to bury me as my ancestors were buried: In the earth, dark and cold...in a clay vessel". I love the haunting harmonies in this version.