The cabin on the lake, the eastern summer heat
the sloping, winding woods and the dogs running free
the piano playing soft the old familiar tune
and there at the window, calling me home was you
One with my blood and the scent of the land
I knew where to wake, I knew how to use my hands
beholden to none and a daughter to two
there was summer and autumn, winter and spring, and you
Lord, bring me back to the life that I knew
When you first saw me and gave me a name
it was for the sound and the way that it rang
Not for the martyr and not for the saint:
a witness of torment, destined to die of heartbreak
No, this wasn't the way it was all meant to go
Our story was stolen from us years ago
Now every morning I wake feeling blue
No joy is as deep, no vision as sweet without you
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The lyrics are so direct and clever, beautiful singing and guitar playing with tasty rhythms and decorations on top. So much heart, while being executed really well. Favourite song is Hours. Robert Dickson
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024