In the dawn, weary of our battles
There we stood, watching from the shore:
Avalon, rising from the water
Where he lay, resting evermore
Avalon, when will he rise up again?
Avalon, our Camelot has died with him.
Golden king in a golden grove
Sweetened by the apples on the isle
Where are we without you here to guide us?
Avalon keeps you all the while
Avalon, when will he ride forth again?
Avalon, the golden age has died with him.
Midst the trees, sisters keep their vigil
Where before, we, your knights, stood guard
Lord and liege, silence fills the castle
Empty halls frame its empty yards
Avalon, when will he walk them again?
Avalon, the dream we had is broken without him.
Solemn-faced, we will stand in waiting
'Til he comes to claim his crown again
In this place, we will watch forever
From the land, searching in the mist
Avalon
Avalon, when will he rise up again?
Avalon, watch over him
Watch over him
'Til he returns someday.
I could listen to Lauren sing forever. Her writing is vivid and sensitive, sweetly and painfully human--never apologizing for sharp corners and rough edges. The beauty of her spirit shines through. Summer Russell
Singer-songwriter Henry Parker puts his own spin on the classic sounds of '60s and '70s British folk on this wilderness-inspired new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2021