Sunnie Larsen

Sunnie Larsen has been a shining example of a performer from the tender young age of 3 when she discovered that her charm and her ability as a performer could move audiences. Since then, she's developed the skill to lift the hearts of her audience by adeptly weaving deep emotional notes into the fabric of her musicianship.

Today, she regularly lends her talents on the stage to bands including Vixy and Tony, the "four-person filk duo" creating original and cover filk music; Bone Poets Orchestra, a psychedelic rock band; providing violin ambiance with fingerstyle guitarist Ronnda Cadle; and she's a member of the improvisational string hat trick Ménage à Trio with Betsy Tinney and Alexander James Adams. She can also be found as guest fiddle and vocalist on a variety of filk and non-filk albums, further proving that she finds comfort and grace on the business end of a microphone.

Sunnie's debut album, The Space Between Notes, was released in July 2019. You can find information about ordering it, and more about Sunnie, at her website, www.sunnie.org .

Homecoming (mp3)

Copyright © by Debbie Ridpath Ohi
Used by Permission - All rights Reserved

My father walks into the house, we laugh in his embrace
The scent of fire and stardust cling to his hands and face
Already we are wondering how long
Will he stay this time?

CHORUS:
I hear the stars, they are calling tonight
Listen, can't you hear them?
I hear the stars, they are calling tonight
Calling me home
Calling me home.

He takes us to the carnival and swimming in the ocean
We picnic in the mountains, our faces to the sun
Each moment is a gift I take with me
A memory.

My father sits beside me, his laughter ringing true
"What's it like in space?" I ask as I always do
His eyes grow distant and he smiles, but mom...
she looks away.

BRIDGE:
Before my father leaves, he takes me aside
He says, "The next I come back, I won't be leaving
Tell your mother that I love you both and I am
coming home."

CHORUS

In the fading sunset, the message comes next day
His ship fell into the sun, a blaze of gold and gray
I try to tell Mom but she turns away...
and goes inside.

My mother looks into the sky, I think she hears him coming
but the stars are blinding her so she cannot see
The winds are cold, I hear them whisper to me
"He's coming home."