Written from my mountain cabin window – east wind, late winter, a crow in the tree. A song about making friends with winter - not the glorious snow covered sunny days, or the hoar frost heavy trees, half lost in fog but the grey dismal shivering ones when all life seems to be hanging on by a thread, hunkered down and enduring. That too has its own beauty.
Put your moments in a handkerchief and write on it ‘this was my life’.
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There’s something important in the curve of a bird’s wing as it rides the wind or the jumbled stones on a round hill’s top. I try to hold this sparkling stuff long enough to sing it and remember
"Stunning" Bob Harris BBC
"Utterly beautiful" Folk Radio UK
"Seductive, complex and poetic" ARTnews New York
"Scratching at the transcendent" Independent London