Valley

by willow|speak

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released March 5, 2013

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willow|speak Rochester, New York

Progressive-folk act, willow|speak, is an expanding musical project that stirs familiar emotive response, while stimulating a more adventurous creativity. Through the foundation of acoustic folk music, new perspective achieved by weaving in ambient music, and a less conventional style of songwriting. ... more

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Track Name: Forest
The mist clears from the mountains, the dusk is long forgotten.
I melt into the day reborn, and watch the old sun make it clean again.
You're there like the breath from yesterday, calm and constant, with life flowing from your eyes.

How, Father?
How have you stood so straight against these men who have done you wrong?

You remind me of the Oak Tree, it's stature so majestic.
I gaze at you steadily while in our forest we wait for the game to come.
Your strong hands guide mine, your rich voice grips my heart.
At the edge of the road, I will wait for your call.

How, Father?
How have you stayed so true against these men who have done you wrong?
Track Name: Porches
Verse 1:
Sittin' on this scarcely lit porch of mine, thinkin' of the times that I've left behind.
(ohhh) Oh, how the time goes by.

Sights that I've seen and some things that I've lost, countin' down the days 'til I'm covered in moss.
(ohhh) Oh, how the time goes by.

Forfeiting laughter, I've a sullen load to bear; can this young body match my mind?
(ohhh) Oh, please let the sorrow fade.

Chorus:
Dusty roads lead to certain grace, swept away and taken from this place.

Verse 2:
Sippin' on the hope of better things yet to come, but can this war be won without some grief?
(ohhh) Holy Heaven, swing wide those gates.
Take the things you've heard and them grind them into words, for they will surely follow you to your death.
If I'm to live like a free man then I shall throw upon the chains, for I know that everything on this earth will be eaten by flames.
Slowly, I will return to the dirt.