My Core Beliefs Revolve Around The Idea

Writing Every Song Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You.

My First Language Is Gaelic.

The Bright Days Of My Youththey Were Full Of Hopethe Great Journey That Was Before Me Thenwas What Was Destined To Be, Bye Bye.now I'm Sorrowful,the Day Is Long Past.alas And Woe, Oh.

One Look At Love And You May See It Weaves A Web Over Mystery, All Ravelled Threads Can Rend Apart For Hope Has A Place In The Lover's Heart. Hope Has A Place In A Lover's Heart.

Over In The Uk, The Music Press Can Be Brutal. They Can Say Wonderful Things About You One Week, And The Next Week, You're In The Can.