I don’t know why this kind of music touches me in the way it does. My explanation is that my roots are in Scotland, Ireland and Wales and with those who left their homes to travel to America – many to Appalachia. Both my grandfather and great-grandfather played the fiddle; I don’t know where the musical talent went in my generation. I can sing though, so I guess that’s my instrument, rusty though it is these days!
This rendition is by Joey and Rory Feek, which seems apt, as Joey ‘flew away’ three years ago at the young age of 40. She was a great loss to music and those who knew her.
Stella's Place 
She was a graceful fighter.
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Beautiful.
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Wonderful! Yes, I’ll fly away. Praise God!
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I love that song, and I miss that joyful kind of music. I so wish that I had a beautiful voice and could sing and sing. Our RCIA instructor used to tell people that we worship twice when we sing, and we should always sing. If we have a good voice, in appreciation and joy at the gift, and if we don’t even louder because it’s the Lord’s fault we can’t sing. 😀
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Question: Why is it that people who are tone deaf sing louder than anyone else? My dad was like that.
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Guilty. I sing joyfully, if not tunefully. When I was in high school I signed up for choir, and was so bad I was assigned to turn pages for the pianist.
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Singing is a wonderful thing. It plays a big part in my childhood memories. We used to sing in the car, and my mom and dad both taught me old songs that I still remember. Most of the ones my dad taught me were funny – like “Yes, we have no bananas” and “Mairzy Dotes”.
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