Peter Rowan & Chris Henry - Midnight On The Stormy Deep

Peter Rowan & Chris Henry
Midnight On The Stormy Deep
Bill Monroe's former home in Raleigh, NC

[@bogustafsson3314]

It's so beautiful and perfect - so it hurts ....

[@HouseOfThe8Strings]

Chris Henry is a student of the Monroe style, both on mandolin and vocals, to the point of near perfection.

[@dolinman]

stunning

[@BlueBassBoss]

Superb rendition in the old "brother" style of close harmony and stone faces (the Bolick Bros would approve IMHO)... and ya gotta like Chris sportin' his "river boat gambler" look! Get ya a stovepipe hat and all will be complete! ;)

[@swedenwoodsworks7372]

Clearly inspired by Doc Watson and Bill together. One of my favorite recordings. This is great!

[@Gently469]

It just doesn't get any better than this!

[@davidclark5138]

Sweet song

[@billschulert]

Nailed it!!

[@daveyjoweaver6282]

Just Lovely Fellas! Many Blessings and Kind Thanks! DaveyJO in Pennsylvania

[@vickief.6680]

OMG! What more could you ask for?!

[@robertfeindel1145]

Indeed, a "powerful" number!

[@lindayoung6515]

Love this song.

[@Jm01394]

Very very nice!! Thanks for posting!

[@jessiejoseph1093]

Nice

[@BlueGrassPeteF]

Nice, guys!

[@GregSlocum]

Thx! :)

[@MsNickie1001]

Did you know that Peter Rowan learned music on the ukulele?

[@NabanitaSarkar77]

It was midnight on the stormy deep My solitary watch I'd keep And think of her I'd left behind And ask if she'd be true and kind I never shall forget the day That I was forced to go away In silence there my head she'd rest And pressed me to her loving breast Oh Willy don't go back to sea There's other girls as good as me But none can love you true as I Pray don't go where the bullets fly The deep deep sea may us divide And I may be some other's bride But still my thoughts will sometime times stray To thee when thou art far away I never have proved false to thee The heart I gave was true as time But you have proven untrue to me I can no longer call thee mine Then fare-thee-well I'd rather make My home upon some icy lake Where the southern sun refused to shine Then to trust a love so false as thine