Ian of the North - Don Mason 2014
(a work in progress)

Ian of the North, seldom ventures forth,
but when he does he still has the beat.
Ian I am told, still can rock and roll,
Here's a guy I'd really like to meet.

He sits all alone, in his cozy home,
Pickin' and a grinnin' through the night.
Ian can't be harmed, by the raging winter storm,
He cranks up the heat and/ boogies til the song feels right.
(Bridge)
He's a player, he's a mover, he's a picker, he's a groover.
His fingers seem to flow across the keys.
He's a worker, he's a writer, he's a grizzly bear fighter,
Makin' music out of everything he sees.

Ian of the North, seldom ventures forth,
but you often see his words late at night.
Ian talks the talk, and still can walk the walk
He tells it like it is, if it's wrong or if it's right!

(Bridge)
He's a player, he's a mover, he's a picker, he's a groover.
His fingers seem to flow across the keys.
He's a worker, he's a writer, he's a grizzly bear fighter,
Makin' music out of everything he sees.

Vocal Rendition to come. Stay tuned!