By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble
With a low, moaning sound
Down in some holler
Where the waters run cold
It was there I first listened
To the lies that you told
Now I lie in my bed
And I see your sweet face
The past I remember
Time cannot erase
The letter you wrote me
Was written in shame
And I know that your conscience
Still echoes my name
Oh the nights are so long
Lord, sorrow runs deep
And nothing is worse
Than a night without sleep
I walk out alone
I look at the sky
Too empty to sing
Too lonesome to cry
If ladies were blackbirds
And ladies were thrushes
I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly, cold marshes
If ladies were squirrels
With high, bushy tails
I'd fill up my shotgun
With rock salt and nails
Elizabeth Morris of Allo Darlin’ returns with a new group! “Winter Sun” is a tender blend of pastoral folk and diary-like lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019
These sweet, sad indie pop tunes accompany Ian Coss's podcast of the same name, in which he interviews his family about their divorces. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 17, 2021
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The musicianship--it is ALIVE, PULSING and joyous, sometimes quietly, sometimes raucously, always with their hearts in it. Among all the gems, Old Paint's banjo is one of the most beautiful arrangements ever, and that Cocaine Blues really swings--great fiddling, Josh! lenapple