Dreaming of Bath
Bath is a city that I love visiting. However, this tune was written for friend and fiddler Andrea Hoag, who had the flu at the time and was dreaming of nothing other than a hot bath.
Think of a steady but gentle surf rolling into an empty beach in winter, perhaps, when playing this.
Think of a steady but gentle surf rolling into an empty beach in winter, perhaps, when playing this.
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