I found a way out, out of the cold
I found a body where the stories don’t go
I came back as a story, that’s just how it goes
But now I know the path from my head to my toes
Deep in my trunk is there someone that knows
What the elephant feels when she visits the bones
The bones of the others who died long ago
I reckon the roots of a story there grow
We saw the hills of Galloway
To my companion I did say
The snowy peaks and spring clouds merge
And in this thought did our hearts converge?
Just like a horse he is turning away
They try to catch his aye, they cannot see his neigh
With his Portuguese guittara and his foot stamping ‘hey!’
Stir-up my heart, we gallop away
The beeches are creaking, the blackbirds chase spring
The treecreeper visits the quiet of wing
And sometimes I am sitting and I just cannot tell
The ring I swam through from the bluest of bells
We saw the hills of Galloway
To my companion I did say
The snowy peaks and spring clouds merge
And in this heart did our thoughts converge?
The latest release from Rick Tomlinson (Voice of the Seven Thunders/Woods) - newly available as a download and another ltd ed LP on the way too.... Red River Dialect
The latest from UK artist MF Tomlinson sets sharp lyrics amidst a backdrop of acoustic guitar, lush keys, and soft percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 12, 2021