Listen where the snow falls, down into the hollow
Softer than a swallowfeather falling to the ground
Wounded though her wings are, graceful as a dancer
Caroling the answer to a question asked without a sound
Let the wood remind you, with her second sight,
How you walked through winter halls in robes of light
Cast away the cowl to finally speak the riddle true
Let the winter tell you what you always knew.
White against the moonlight, breast against a thorn
All that you have sworn and broken, leave it here tonight
Barefoot on the pine floor, breath upon the frost
All that you have lost and learned from, sing with all your might
Let the sky divine the signals spoken by the stars
Leave the false and friendless shadow echoing afar
Look beyond the walls to find forgiveness of your own
Let the winter lead you from your place of stone.
All is still and wondering, frozen in the dawn
Ringing with the longing silence of a voice that's gone
All is pale and shining, just before the sun
Bright enough to understand, too faint for holding on
Let the river pull you to his heart, and hear,
In his veins, how hope is keeping measure with the year
Sleeping warm beneath the ice, and dreaming of the spring
Let the winter give you what was yours through everything.
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
It's funny, I wouldn't say Cathy is a favorite artist, but I do have a lot of her stuff. Even though she sings about fantasy & esoteric things, I feel it. I think everyone can relate. TimTTT
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