You’re not the kind to be unkind
There’s no fight I wouldn’t want to take a dive
But oh my god
Even with love
Those blue, blue hills keep rolling
Oh you make me wanna sing real high
You’re the first of the first, midnight
But oh my god
Take all that love
It’s not enough
To stop those hills from rolling
There was a time I’d never seen you before
Mountain deep, river high
Now I find
These hills don’t seem bluer than they do your eyes
I see through
to see mine too
Stark, folk-derived songs built on brittle acoustic guitars that conjure the image of a fire burning in the distance on a dark night. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2022