male announcer: "Live from The Old Steeple" presents Mark and Maggie O'Connor.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ announcer: "Live from The Old Steeple" is made possible by the Victorian Village of Ferndale, California small-town charm, historic architecture, and natural beauty located near the giant redwoods.

Explore the Lost Coast or relax in Ferndale's quaint lodging.

Ferndale, home of the Old Steeple and the heart of the redwoods.

announcer: Humboldt County, California, home to the tallest trees on earth, is the perfect playground for exciting outdoor adventures for all ages.

Come and experience our natural beauty, ancient forests, and breathtaking vistas.

announcer: Fortuna is known as the friendly city within the redwood forest.

Close to the Avenue of the Giants, the Victorian Village of Ferndale, the Lost Coast, and Eureka, Fortuna is your home base for getaway adventures.

Learn more at VisitHumboldt.com.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Get that paper off my stairs, voices all out of the air ♪ ♪ calling as they do for kingdom come.

♪ ♪ Cheer the curtain rolling down ♪ ♪ if our crawling on the ground ♪ ♪ is in sacred work under the sun.

♪ ♪ My hat is standing upside down ♪ ♪ for all the pennies have been found ♪ ♪ raining all around your feet and mine.

♪ ♪ My cape was made of someone's rugs, ♪ ♪ trails behind me like a flag.

♪ ♪ Surrender becomes victory in time ♪ ♪ as life after life after life comes to show ♪ ♪ and life after life falls where we go.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ As miners forge for keeps higher deep between ♪ ♪ our teeth digging ourselves further in the hole.

♪ ♪ Navigating by the sound, deer won't slosh under the ground ♪ ♪ fighting for their lives and for our souls.

♪ ♪ I never thought we'd come to this, ♪ ♪ bow not when every fist ♪ struck in from there just outside the door ♪ ♪ where we've hit our beating hearts ♪ ♪ safe and sound by fits and starts ♪ ♪ that give out as a way of having more ♪ ♪ as life after life after life ♪ ♪ is our way ♪ and life after life follows no other way.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ They call the drains out of the face ♪ ♪ of every clock giving chase, ♪ to its own tail ring and round this room.

♪ ♪ Words that once refused to rhyme lend themselves ♪ ♪ to any sign calling for our better end just soon.

♪ ♪ Like a riot in the street ♪ where we pray with our feet, ♪ a roar rising by our bare shoes.

♪ ♪ One fine morning drawing near ♪ ♪ we'll give to each other's ear ♪ ♪ news that will remain as news ♪ ♪ where life after life after life follows to you ♪ ♪ and life after life chases after you.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ male: Beautiful.

[crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's a walk in the woods with old Mother Nature, ♪ ♪ the sound of the breeze ♪ flowing through the tall trees.

♪ ♪ The creek down below singing songs I remember ♪ ♪ from childhood days with my mama and me.

♪ ♪ It's the gait of my horse as I sway in the saddle, ♪ ♪ the power that I feel when I give him the ring.

♪ ♪ It's the pounding of the horse as he's climbing the hillside ♪ ♪ full speed ahead and he never complains.

♪ ♪ It's a movie that makes me cry like a baby, ♪ ♪ the ache in the throat if I hold it inside, ♪ ♪ the effort that it takes to fight my emotions, ♪ ♪ relief that I feel when I break down and cry.

♪ ♪ It's the spice of life that makes it worth living, ♪ ♪ every mile I drive down the wide open road.

♪ ♪ It's the sound of black tap bouncing vibration, ♪ ♪ the music I hear on my radio.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's the rattle of the pots and pans in the kitchen.

♪ ♪ He's begging me to peel just one more peach.

♪ ♪ He's peeking at my pie as it cools on the counter.

♪ ♪ Nothing compares to the first bite he'll eat.

♪ ♪ It's the worm in his apple he did not discover ♪ ♪ until he bit in and found it inside.

♪ ♪ The way that his stomach starts turning over, ♪ ♪ he'll figure it out ♪ that he's not going to die.

♪ It's the sting of the bee as it clings to my finger, ♪ ♪ the fear that I feel as it's starting to swell.

♪ ♪ I can tell that tonight I'm tossin' and turnin'.

♪ ♪ It's burnin' like fire, and I feel like hell.

♪ ♪ It's the spice of life ♪ ♪ that makes it worth living, ♪ ♪ every mile I drive down ♪ the wide open road.

♪ It's the sound of black tap bouncing vibrations, ♪ ♪ the music I hear on my radio.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ It's the twist of the pegs turning them ♪ ♪ to perfection, the push of the boat ♪ ♪ in a gentle straight line.

♪ The student is discovering he's hearing that rhythm, ♪ ♪ how it all feels when he gets it right.

♪ ♪ It's the trophies that he won for being a winner, ♪ ♪ his medals and his photos hanging high on the wall.

♪ ♪ He cannot remember the dates or how many.

♪ ♪ Just something he did, it was nothing at all.

♪ ♪ It's the spice of life that makes it worth living, ♪ ♪ every mile I drive down the wide open road.

♪ ♪ It's the sound of black tap bouncing vibration, ♪ ♪ the music I hear on my radio.

♪ ♪ It's the spice of life that makes it worth living, ♪ ♪ every mile I drive down life's open road.

♪ ♪ It's the sound of black tap bouncing vibration, ♪ ♪ the music I hear on my radio.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] [crowd whistling] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding and cheering] ♪♪♪ ♪ I asked for courage.

♪ We'll take mine, you said, ♪ for the good it will do.

♪ All the quick and the dead ♪ ♪ and the rebels of Easter ♪ road testing rebirth ♪ like all that we had ♪ 'cause all we are one.

♪ I asked how to play this.

♪ With both hands you said.

♪ And the drum of your feet ♪ ♪ and a sweep of your head ♪ ♪ you drag and leave ♪ hanging the tale of horseshoes ♪ ♪ like all that we do is all that we want.

♪ ♪ I asked you remember and just what you said ♪ ♪ and shook out the leaves from the folds of the bed ♪ ♪ that drifted below us and back into trees ♪ ♪ like all that we are is all we will be.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Had I the courage ♪ that my hunger knew I'd stand to consume ♪ ♪ my hat and my shoe ♪ when hopes that they're traveling ways ♪ ♪ would lead us, ♪ would lead us like this holly hour now ♪ ♪ as any left there's not enough.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I asked for courage.

♪ ♪ We'll take mine, you said, ♪ ♪ for the good it will do.

[crown applauding] Mark O'Connor: Well, I've been composing music since I was 13, arranging folk music since I was 12.

So I've been at this quite a while.

So when we're both out there performing, there's several things going on in my mind.

We're reaching our audience through creative expressions.

We're also an example of what can happen if we have a more musical culture, and we feel that responsibility to be, you know, role models for young people coming up in music.

Maggie O'Connor: I feel so lucky because so many musicians have to be apart from their spouse to do what they do, and it's a lot of time on the road.

It's a lot of time alone.

I get to do everything together.

So I don't even really get homesick because it's like I'm always home whenever I'm with him.

Mark: We love playing acoustically nice rooms, you know.

I mean, that's kind of what we live for.

Our instruments just sound way better in places like the Old Steeple.

So that really helps us play better and makes the music connect more to the audience.

Maggie: I find that when we play at these different venues they have their own energy and personalities too, and you end up playing the room just like you play an instrument.

You can just feel the character right when you walk in; and this one just has so much character, and I'm really excited to be playing here.

Mark: We're glad to be here.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da ♪ ♪ Da-da-da-da da-da-da ♪ Da-da da-da da-da da da da da ♪ ♪ da da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ da da da da da da ♪ Da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da da-da ♪ ♪ Da-da-da-da da-da-da ♪ Da-da da-da da-da da da da da ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] [crowd cheering] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala, ♪ Kamala.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd cheering] [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd cheering] [crowd applauding] [crowd cheering] [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪ I stand below with a deep cloud of sky ♪ ♪ where once we stood and then happened to fly.

♪ ♪ We held out the quick diamond blade to ♪ ♪ the dark that ended its reign ♪ ♪ with yet but a spark.

♪ That felt like clean the quietest star ♪ ♪ lighting our way to be where we are.

♪ ♪ And we just happen to fly.

♪ ♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ I listen.

♪ I don't know where the mountain is still ♪ ♪ that echoed our voices on only a hill.

♪ ♪ When time would run back wouldn't forward ♪ ♪ the same as the rivers slip free of their shape ♪ ♪ and their name ♪ and rocked us together ♪ when we weighed it deep and carried us on ♪ ♪ with dreams beyond sleep.

♪ And we just happen to fly.

♪ ♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ The memories serving us well ♪ ♪ we'll define the way that the heart ♪ ♪ will speak to the mind.

♪ ♪ It stands on the road in front of us now, ♪ ♪ the past leading on with what it allows of tomorrow ♪ ♪ and all that tomorrows may bring ♪ ♪ up from the world where we gather to sing.

♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And we just happen to fly.

♪ ♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

♪ We just happen to fly.

Whoa.

♪ [crowd applauding] [crowd cheering] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ [crowd cheering] [crowd applauding] ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ announcer: "Live from The Old Steeple" is made possible by the Victorian Village of Ferndale, California small-town charm, historic architecture, and natural beauty located near the giant redwoods.

Explore the Lost Coast or relax in Ferndale's quaint lodging.

Ferndale, home of the Old Steeple and the heart of the redwoods.

announcer: Humboldt County, California, home to the tallest trees on earth, is the perfect playground for exciting outdoor adventures for all ages.

Come and experience our natural beauty, ancient forests, and breathtaking vistas.

announcer: Fortuna is known as the friendly city within the redwood forest.

Close to the Avenue of the Giants, the Victorian Village of Ferndale, the Lost Coast, and Eureka, Fortuna is your home base for getaway adventures.

Learn more at VisitHumboldt.com.