Free to Roam

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  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    CD comes in a high-quality, 4-Panel Digipak with beautiful custom linocut artwork by Portland artist Brie Thompson! CD and inside panel includes a second custom linocut image of the mountain scene featured here. Additional track information, credits, and thank you comments are included in the liner notes.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Caught in the Rain via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics

Night lights are creepin’ in now
Moon risin’ in the sky
Cracklin’ of the fire
The flame is my third eye

The stars all speak a language
That we all can hear
Like love and compassion
Just listen close, my dear

Chorus:
Time is on the inside
Love is in the heart
Time is on the inside
Oh I’m free to roam


One place in which we came from
The same we will grow
Like a flower that blooms will stand tall
Until it’s time to go

Our souls are free to fly now
The wind is takin’ hold
Like a kite on a hillside
In the heartland I did know

Chorus:
Time is on the inside
Love is in the heart
Time is on the inside
Oh I’m free to roam


Oh it’s soothes my heart now
That I am free to roam
Like a snake in the bushes
I’ll call this place my home

Chorus (2):
Home, I’ll call this place my home
Oh I’m free to roam

credits

from Caught in the Rain, released June 24, 2016
Written by Aden Beck

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Cascade Crescendo Portland, Oregon

Cascade Crescendo, from Portland, Oregon has been crafting their own brand of bluegrass since 2013. Pulling from their vast range of collective influences, they play original, high-energy bluegrass, jamgrass, and Americana music.

Cascade Crescendo recorded their first studio album in Spring 2016 at The Hallowed Halls in Portland, OR. The album features fiddle player, Allie Kral on 5 songs!
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