In the shadow of the mountain, there's a town
Where the people live their lives like it's no trouble at all
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
And man is just a scar upon the hillside, but we'll be gone the moment that you close your eyes
But the sting of the wind on your skin, and the salt in the air, they'll be there
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
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The mountain bears do sleep so deeply, nothing worth their wake
I envy them, my ribs a cage for sparrow's anxious ways
Dormant in the daylight, but fighters in the dark
My bird, my heart
I think back
How we'd stand, hand in hand, waiting for the insect's call
Spring has come, and she has come to save us all
With a glow through the trees, where their hearts and their wings beat
In the air, thick with heat
Now centuries have gone, and still I lie upon the seafloor
But fishermen have taken all the beasts, oh what a bore
I allow myself to wash upon the beach, with sunken ships
To find the owls and woods and wolves grow only now beneath my ribs
I recall
How we'd fight to survive, barely breathing under ice
The sun would struggle to the sky, against the smothering of night
Winter's daughter, through and through
My heart swelled with Northern pride
Now centuries have gone, and still I lie upon the seafloor
But fishermen have taken all the beasts, oh what a bore
I allow myself to wash upon the beach, with sunken ships
To find the owls and woods and wolves grow only now beneath my ribs
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
There's a trail between the trees, goes right down to the dock
And I wish that you would lead me there and leave me there to rot
This is so beautiful in so many ways. The voice, the lyrics, the music. I read somewhere that this is considered neo-folk, Nope! It is called good, really good music. Well done Ms Sandell! Ioannis Ntanos
This is such a wonderful album. Superb songs and singing. The track Dwelling by the Weir brings to mind Joni Mitchell, it is that good. Favourite track is Waking up to Stone. Fabulous! dorsetmorriarty
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024