Peter Herridge:
DREAM BOAT
Peter Herridge:
SKIPPOOL CREEK,BOAT GRAVEYARD
Peter Herridge:
SADNESS
Peter Herridge:
SKIPPOOL CREEK
Peter Herridge:
THE BOAT OF MANY COLOURS
Peter Herridge:
A BRAND NEW START
Peter Herridge:
RADIO SILENCE
Peter Herridge:
MOLLY
Peter Herridge:
PENDLE WITCH
Peter Herridge:
Only in our dreams, can we be truly free.
Peter Herridge:
DONT LEAVE ME THIS WAY
Peter Herridge:
LAST YEARS PROM
Peter Herridge:
THE GRAVE
Peter Herridge:
A ROCK FEELS NO PAIN, AND A ISLAND NEVER CRIES.
Peter Herridge:
THE OLD GRAVE YARD TAP
Peter Herridge:
IN THE SHADE
Peter Herridge:
WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OUT
Peter Herridge:
A HINT OF BUE
Peter Herridge:
A HINT OF WHAT USED TO BE
Peter Herridge:
STILL WAITING FOR THE TIDE TO TURN
Peter Herridge:
SOMETIMES THE REFLECTION IS ALL WE SEE
Peter Herridge:
SOMETIMES I JUST LIKE TO THINK
Peter Herridge:
YOU KEPT ME OUT WITH YOUR WIRE AND YOUR WORDS
Peter Herridge:
WINTER
Peter Herridge:
HOW I LOVE YOUR CURVES
Peter Herridge:
MIST ON LOCH SUNARK
Peter Herridge:
SOMETIMES, COVERING OVER THE CRACKS IS ALL WE CAN DO.
Peter Herridge:
MISTY MORNING
Peter Herridge:
WE WOULD SIT HERE AND TALK ABOUT THE FUTURE
Peter Herridge:
LETS DIG UP THE PAST
