Trish Lester

Trish Lester

 Santa Clarita, California, USA

Audiences enjoy Trish Lester's emotional honesty and sense of humor, whether she's sharing her own material or selections from a vast repertoire of 60’s and 70’s folk and pop hits. Her original songs may remind you of such artists as John Denver, Joni Mitchell and Mary Chapin Carpenter.


Trish Lester is an award-winning songwriter from Santa Clarita, CA, who has been singing folk music for decades. On stage, she fully engages her audience with memorable original songs, familiar tunes and personal stories. Her roots are in 60’s folk music, and she loves to share music from that era (Bob Dylan, John Denver, Judi Collins, Joni Mitchell), often encouraging her audience to join in.

As a songwriter, Lester’s music is fresh and engaging – an eclectic Americana mix, with overtones of folk, country and R&B. Her CD “Plymouth Belvedere” is a collection of 13 songs that leave listeners laughing, crying and humming along. They enjoy the wit in “It’s Just a Cookie,” “Smith & Wesson 38” and the title track, which is about -- what else? -- an old car! (The song is included on a compilation CD recently released by NPR’s weekend show, “Car Talk”). Listeners are also moved by Lester’s sensitivity in a number of little masterpieces of songwriting, such as “How Do We Go On?” and “Your Special Gift.” Her special gift (in addition to a pleasing and honest voice, plus terrific and varied instrumental arrangements) is the ability to allow audiences to hear a new friend, sharing from her heart. There’s a current of patriotism on the CD, as well, in “The World Changed Forever” and “Thank a Soldier,” a song that now graces almost a half-dozen Websites in support of American troops.

Lester brings a lot of life experience to her music, sharing wisdom in a gentle and agreeable manner, often spiced with irony or humor. Her songs leave a lasting impression on audience members young and old alike, with crystal clear lyrics and unforgettable melodies.

You'll find her in Santa Clarita, California (30 miles north of Los Angeles), and on the Web at


Thank a Soldier

Written By: Trish Lester

I thank a soldier
Thank a marine
Thank the airmen, sailors that I’ve never seen
Ensuring the freedoms
We embrace every day
They’re standing strong for the US of A

Every day I hear reporters -- bringing me the news
They can say and they can write whatever words they choose
And I know why this freedom of speech still survives
‘Cause the bravest men and women pledge their lives …and


I can choose my form of worship, in America I’m free
But no member of the clergy provides this guarantee
A fair and speedy trial is my right, and yet I see
That attorneys don’t protect this liberty …so


We take these rights for granted,
Rarely thinking there’s a price
When preserving them requires…great sacrifice


Copyright © Patricia B. Lester October 2005

The Words Keep Coming Through

Written By: Trish Lester

Late one summer night, you taught me a song
We harmonized when our love was new
That music is part of me, a memory so strong
But then, you were a part of me, too.
I wasn’t going to sing it now,
But the words keep coming through.

So stay there and listen, it won’t hurt you, you know
I’ll speak your name, and I’ll even look at you
What’s a song but words and music, fah–so–la–ti–do
Or is it something deeper…and true?
Yes, I feel uneasy,
But the words keep coming through.

Tho’ you’re right in front of me, I know you’re far away
You… stare at me, see through me, I can tell
What is it you see here, what is it my eyes say?
You needn’t answer, I know very well

Hiding here within me is a feeling of you
And I’ve told myself it doesn’t mean a thing
I’ve tried to make you history, objective point of view
But I can’t seem to do that when I sing
I hear a voice in harmony
And I’m wishing it was you

Our love song is over,
But the words keep coming through.

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester December 2004

It's Just a Cookie

Written By: Trish Lester

One day in the grocery store, I strolled the cookie aisle.
A woman walked beside me, and told me with a smile,
You shouldn’t eat that junk food, instead you must be strong
Cookies are unhealthful, to purchase them is wrong.

The flour has no nutrients, it’s not whole wheat, it’s white
The label shows preservatives, and that’s a big red light
Sugar’s simply poison, and chocolate has caffeine
They’re filled with carbohydrates, they’re everything obscene

I grabbed them off the shelf and mumbled to myself…

It’s just a cookie
A crispy, chewy treat
It’s just a cookie
Something sweet and good to eat
It’s just a cookie
It isn’t my existence as a whole,
A cookie warms my heart and feeds my soul

My mother says that chocolate’s from endangered cocoa trees
And butter could be from a cow with mad cow disease
Wheat is grown on corporate land, not family farmers’ ground,
And eggs are laid by hens that never get to run around.

So now I’m well aware, but I hereby declare…

It’s just a cookie
A crispy, chewy treat
It’s just a cookie
Something sweet and good to eat
It’s just a cookie
It has no politics or special role,
A cookie warms my heart and feeds my soul.

Other people share their views – I’m learning all the time
But can't I eat dessert without the feeling it’s a crime?

I brought the groceries in the house, and then my husband said,
What’s with the box of Oreos? How ‘bout homemade instead?
I like to smell vanilla and nuts and chocolate chips.
I want to feel the mixing spoon sneaking past my lips.

I gave the man a kiss and told him, think of it like this…

It’s just a cookie
A crispy, chewy treat
It’s just a cookie
Something sweet and good to eat
It’s just a cookie
It isn’t wifely love inside a bowl
A cookie warms my heart and feeds my soul.

Yes, a cookie warms my heart and feeds my soul.

Man and woman, girl and boy – go eat your Chips Ahoy…
It’s just a cookie.

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester July 2005 (661) 254-1242

How Do We Go On?

Written By: Trish Lester

He waded through the flooded streets
Heading back toward his home
With a half-crazed look in his sleepless eyes
He was all alone
He searched for his possessions
Small reminders of his wife
Finding nothing, he turned and faced
The rest of his life

How do we go on
When the life we knew is gone?
Though our faith may be in shreds
We pick up the tiny threads
And weave hope into the dawn.

She sat there in the small café
Tiny bundle in her arms
Wondering how and why she had let herself
Be taken by his charms
She could fall back on her parents
Or she could struggle on her own
The baby cried, she swallowed hard
And picked up the phone.


We start again every day
Never giving up, though we may lose our way

They quarreled in the other room
I was only ten years old
And their words were daggers of fire
Then they turned icy cold
My daddy packed a suitcase
Said he wanted to be free
By herself, my mama raised
My brother and me.


TAG: We keep weaving our hope into the dawn.

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester April 2006

The World Changed Forever

Written By: Trish Lester

At the edge of the dark we stood looking backward
At the edge of the dark we were frozen with fear
Back when you held me tight
We were safe through the night
But in one day the world changed forever

From the depths of despair we will find one another
From the depths of despair we will know hope again
We will give up our fright
And prepare for the fight
For in one day the world changed forever.

Will the grieving ever end?
Our innocence is lost
Will they ever understand?
Can we get ideals across
Will the era ever come when we can live in peace…..?

As we move through the tears, our resolve will be stronger
As we move through the years, we’ll start over again
And we’ll reach a new height
Something big, bold and bright,
And we’ll see the world changing forever

At the edge of the dawn, we stand looking forward
At the edge of the dawn, we know just who we are
We will do what is right
We will turn on the light
And the world will know freedom foreve

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester November 2004

Plymouth Belvedere

Written By: Trish Lester

I danced the whole night long
At my high school reunion
Sang my new hit song
At my high school reunion
So nothing could go wrong
At my high school reunion
But heading out the door, they saw my
Plymouth Belvedere

Plymouth Belvedere
Yeah, a Plymouth Belvedere
Rusty, broken down, that car is
Killin’ my career
But to give it up would devastate my
Poor ol’ daddy dear,
So I gotta keep on drivin’ that
Plymouth Belvedere

I sparkled and I shone
At the country club gathering
Never was alone
At the country club gathering
Truly in my zone
At the country club gathering
But then the valet brought around my
Plymouth Belvedere


I looked so very fine
At the New Year’s Eve party
Felt the world was mine
At the New Year’s Eve party
But after Auld Lang Syne
At the New Year’s Eve party
I drove into the future in my
Plymouth Belvedere


I maneuvered that ol’ car
To my dear daddy’s funeral
It wasn’t very far
To my dear daddy’s funeral
I wished upon a star
At my dear daddy’s funeral
That he’d forgive my selling his
Plymouth Belvedere

Plymouth Belvedere
Yeah, a Plymouth Belvedere
Rusty, broken down, that car was
Killin’ my career
So I found me a collector, and he loves it, Daddy Dear
Now I drive a brand new Hummer, not that
Plymouth Belvedere

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester December 2004 (661) 254-1242

I'm Drifting

Written By: Trish Lester

I’m drifting
Now that you are gone
Even though it appears
My life is moving on
I’m just drifting through each day
Like the rolling of a wave
Wondering when I
Will hit shore

I’m dreaming
Of your handsome face
Of the laughter we shared,
Your strong and warm embrace
Then I wake up feeling cold
From the many lies you told.
I don’t know you

When…did it happen?
Why did you need….to pull away?
Will you find your way back home again,
Is there nothing more you want to say?

I’m drowning
In a sea of tears
Holding on to the memory
Of the sweeter years
It will never be too late
For you to set things straight
And come drifting
Through my door.

It will never be too late
For you to set things straight
And come drifting
Through my door.

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester June 2005


Smith & Wesson 38

Written By: Trish Lester

Daddy bought me a pistol for my twenty-first year
Though I lived in the city, not the wild frontier
He wanted me to shoot, took me out to the range
Handling a revolver felt mighty strange
Daddy said, “Hold steady, take aim, shoot straight!”
I just stared at that Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.

I tucked it away in a real safe place.
Didn’t think I’d need it, but just in case
I kept the gun loaded in a cupboard up high
Practiced on occasion, but I wondered why
Annie Oakley I wasn’t, no, not so great.
Quite a kick on that Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.

Then late one night, I heard a window break –
Stranger in the house, I was wide awake.
He saw me with my gun, though the lights were dim
He didn’t seem worried as I aimed at him
I wondered right then, was I starin’ at fate
Down the barrel of my Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.

I recalled Daddy’s voice, as I crouched in the dark
“You’d better practice, girl, so you can hit your mark
It could save your life, this little hunk of steel.
It’s a special gun, only you know the deal.”

“So ya gotta six-shooter,” the big brute said,
“Go on and use it, honey, or you’ll be dead.”
He counted out loud as I fired each round.
I missed six times, he was gaining ground
So I fired once more – the bullet went straight
From my seven-shot Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.
It was a seven-shot Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.

If you own a gun, do you know what to do
With your forty-five, thirty-eight or twenty-two?
I was lucky, but now I take dad’s advice –
Go to the range once a month or twice.
I’ll admit at first I just couldn’t relate.
Now I love my Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.
Yes, I love my Smith & Wesson thirty-eight.

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester, May 2005

The Christmas Letter

Written By: Trish Lester

It’s the holiday season, a time for good cheer
And the annual letter to friends far and near
Spelling out our achievements throughout the past year,
Telling tales of perfection from our little sphere.

We’re strong and accomplished, our days have no strife,
And we’re eager to tell you what’s new in our life.

Paragraph one, Christmas letter
Dad’s teaching ballroom, he’s light on his feet.
The house is now gorgeous, remodeling complete.
Marianne is a judge at the new county seat,
And our Christmas display won first prize on our street.

We’re all staying healthy, ‘cause we’re eating right.
We exercise daily, our abs are so tight.

Paragraph two, Christmas letter

Craig is now fluent in Mandarin Chinese,
And Grandma is cruisin’ across seven seas.
Our niece finished med school, she’s curing disease,
And I’m proud to head up the school board of trustees

Our neighbors are helpful, my in-laws are sweet.
Our lives are so charmed and we have no conceit

Paragraph three, Christmas letter

Our business has tripled, according to plan.
That film we were shooting is now in the can.
We’ve adopted three children from war-torn Sudan,
And they sure enjoy sailing our catamaran.

This year may be perfect, but it’s incomplete
‘Til we ship you that fruitcake, our own homemade treat!

Paragraph four, Christmas letter

Our twelve-year-old grandson just bought us a car.
My golf game’s terrific at nine under par.
In the basement we bottle our own Pinot Noir,
And we’ve even programmed our old VCR!

We’d say so much more but we’ve run out of space.
Tell us, how are things going this year at your place?

Waiting for your…Christmas letter

Copyright © Patricia B. Lester December 2005


"Plymouth Belvedere." (Songs from this CD are included on three compilation CDs -- ("Stairway to Heapdom" a collection of irreverent automotive tunes from National Public Radio; "Beautiful" by Red Coyote Records; and "Goin' Back Home" by QuickStar Productions).

CDs are available at

The 13-song album is a testament to Lester’s versatility, not only as an artist but also as a songwriter. She wrote the lyrics and composed the music for 11 of the tracks. Rounding out the mix are a traditional folk tune, and a John Lennon Songwriting Contest award-winner from Rain Perry of Ojai, CA.

1.The Words Keep Coming Through (3:00)
2. Plymouth Belvedere (2:51)
3. How Do We Go On? (3:36)
4. Waitin’ for an Easy Way Out (3:28)
5. I’m Drifting (3:26)
6. It’s Just a Cookie (3:16)
7. Your Special Gift (3:21)
8. Yosemite (3:49)
9. Smith & Wesson 38 (2:32)
10. The Water is Wide (3:37)
11. Thank a Soldier (2:54)
12. The World Changed Forever (2:49)
13. (BONUS) The Christmas Letter (3:02)

Set List

A typical 40-minute set would include original songs from her Trish's CD, "Plymouth Belvedere," and, if appropriate, may include cover tunes -- from such artists as Bob Dylan, Buffy Sainte-Marie, John Denver, Alison Krauss, Kate Wolf, and others.