SUBSCRIBE TO EMILYN'S EMAIL NEWSLETTER
Sign up to be the first to hear about upcoming shows and projects.
I respect your privacy - your email address will never be shared.
To book a performance, special event, or wedding, or to inquire about lessons, please contact Emilyn using the form below.
Here lies our land: every airt
Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun,
Belonging to none but itself.
We are mere transients, who sing
Its westlin’ winds and fernie braes,
Northern lights and siller tides, Small folk playing our part.
‘Come all ye’, the country says,
You win me, who take me most to heart.