Hey Jeff,

Here is some info for the record. I tried to keep the instructions in Itallics

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Kensington Prairie

Title:

Come To The Waters

Label:

Rarebird Records
Catalogue # - RR10018

- Logo for Rarebird is attached

Tracklist:

1. Appear (4:58)
2. Lonely Stranger (4:54)
3. Open Country (4:48)
4. Rags of Life (4:18)
5. Part The Sky (4:14)
6. Refugee (3:57)
7. Beyond Here (3:58)
8. Healer (6:41)
9. Waterfall (3:34)
10. Where Pardon Flows (5:37)

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Thank-you

Our friends, family and fans that have supported us throughout the years, Jeff Boulton & Family, Steve Davis and Family, Michelle Masters & Family, Derek Elliotson, Richard Moore, Paul & Gloria Willoughby, Patrick & Irisa Albion, Dalit Freedom Network, Central Community Church (St Catharines, Ontario) The Rarebird Records Family: Joel Martin, Jordan Fox, Jason Paul Johnston and Tim McArthur, Before the Flood, The Terns, Bob Bryden, Orphan George, and our children: Ivy, Lily, & Denver Rowan

Partial proceeds of this recording will be donated towards Dalit Freedom Network, and Central Community Church (Downtown Campus Mission)

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Kensington Prairie is:

Rebecca Rowan

with

Nathan Rowan
Steve Davis
Jeff Boulton
Michelle Masters

www.rebecca-rowan.com

www.kensingtonprairie.bandcamp.com

www.facebook.com/pages/Kensington-Prairie


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Credits:

- (On the outside back packaging below the tracklist:)

Produced, Recorded & Mixed by Derek Elliotson

- (On Inside Only:)

Produced, Recorded & Mixed by Derek Elliotson

Lead & Backing Vocals, Nylon-string Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Banjitar, Harmonica by Rebecca Rowan
Drums, Percussion, Electric & Acoustic Guitars, Keyboards by Derek Elliotson
Upright Bass on "Part The Sky" and "Beyond Here" by Richard Moore
Mandolin by Michelle Masters
Electric Bass on "Rags Of Life" by Nathan Rowan
Songs Written by Rebecca Rowan - © RjRowan
Lyrics by Rebecca Rowan
CD Manufactured by Sonrise Records
Mastered @ GM Way by Derek Elliotson
Album Design by Jeff Boulton
Photos by Nathan Rowan
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Liner notes:


The early seeds of this album began years ago, when I had just returned from living in India. There was so much on my mind then, almost like I was seeing with new eyes, the disparity between these two worlds that I had experienced: one of plenty, poverty and everything in-between. And yet, I was reminded again and again, that although culture, time, space, race and social standing might be different…we are all made of the same stuff, and share the same human condition. If we were each stripped of all we have, our differences fade very quickly. When there’s nothing to hide behind, we find, that we all wear the rags of life.

As time passed, these song-seedlings stuck with me, and instead of fading away, they germinated in my heart and flowered into a collection of songs that seemed to be a kind of modern-day spiritual. Like the spirituals of old, they speak of slavery, pain, suffering and death…yet they also speak of freedom, love, hope and a future. We each long for permanence. Yet, we cannot escape the reality that we are only ever passing through. Each day is a gift. That is why, from the beginning of this project, I wanted these songs to be a gift…a giving back somehow. I wanted this album to be an acknowledgment of the sufferings of mankind around the world; a voice for the voiceless; a whisper of hope. For, we each, at any moment could find ourselves in someone else's shoes…

- Rebecca Rowan

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Lyrics:

Appear

He will appear
He will appear
Like spring rains
He will appear

He will water
This Old Earth
Like the gentle fall of dew
He will surely heal our land
As the sun rises in the East

He will fill us with
Metaphors
To help us try to understand
He will paint colours into
The empty canvas we now look through

Oh heal us
Arise with healing in your wings
Oh hear us
Arise with healing in your wings

Lonely Stranger

I’m a lonely stranger
In this barren land
I’ve known only danger
He’s the brother at my hand

I’ve no ‘ma nor father
To no one do I belong
I’ve known only sorrow
She’s my sister and my son

But one day, I’ll go to heaven
Yes one day, He’ll take me there
Where my God, will take my trouble
And my God, will take my cares

I’ve known every hunger
Sickness and disease
Shipwreck and disaster
These have been my family

I’ve no home to speak of
No place to rest my head
In the wasteland, do I wander
In the desert, make my bed

Death, come quick to take me
To the place beyond these skies
I’ve nothing to bring with me
And nothing to leave behind

Open Country

Open country
That’s where I’m going to
Endless fields of flowers always in bloom
Nothing can ever take me
From this place, I’m going to
Of Open Country
Peace and beauty
Where no earthly mist can marr the face of You

This one was born in her
Drawn skyward
A true citizen, the highway’s in my heart
I long day and night
For where my joy comes from
The place where righteousness and peace
Have kissed each other

Your footsteps form a path
Winding spiral
A celestial city, free from the stains of sin
I would forfeit life
For where my fountain runs
The place where love and truth
Have freely met together

Hallelujah

The Rags Of Life

This is the song
Of a wanderer
Trying to make sense of it all
These are the cries
Of a vagabond
Trying to put a face to the world

We all wear
The rags of life
Trying to cover up
All the holes that we find
We all wear
The rags of life
Trying to cover up
Will never hide
The rags of life

These are the thoughts
Of a refugee
Trying to see through eyes that are blind
These are the words
Of a traveller
Trying to put together all the pieces I find