In the morn she stoops down over me and whispers
“The oil in my lamp has reduced, oh so fast, to a flicker
So boy come down and take your crown
Surely you cannot hide forever”
In my shame I oh so quietly resist her
Say “Oh my sweet maid, I’ve got business on the hill, and cannot linger
But oh how I wish you would call my bluff
How I’d love to stay and express my love”
She grows tall like a hunter with a bow in the winter
Says “Boy, don’t you know I could never look upon you with anger?”
So she kisses my face and she gives me grace and she knows my name
Ya she kisses my face and she gives me grace and she knows my name
Four crackling pop songs from this Toronto artist with rugged, indelible hooks, pairing rootsy melodies with expansive scope. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 11, 2021