Description
Coming Soon!
This new album is the culmination of collective musical growth since the release of our debut album Little Sky in 2015. In the interim, Kathleen has lived in Ireland, the Netherlands, and now lives in Glasgow, Scotland; Everest spent half a year abroad in France and just moved to Montréal, Québec; and Guillaume has lived a quiet, charming existence at home in Putney, VT.
Despite our geographic distance, our love for playing together has only grown. While we have continued to fly Kathleen back to the States to play for contra dance weekends, we have all collectively fallen in love with contemporary bal folk and Scottish music throughout our travels. This album represents these new musical influences while remaining true to our roots as New England dance musicians.
Lyrics
Anderson’s Coast
Now Bass Strait roars like some great millrace
–And where are you, my Annie?
And the same moon shines on this lonely place
As shone one day on my Annie’s face.
Cho: But Annie dear, don’t wait for me.
I fear I shall not return to thee.
There’s naught to do but endure my fate,
And watch the moon, the lonely moon,
Light the breakers on wild Bass Strait.
We stole a vessel and all her gear
–And where are you, my Annie?
And from Van Diemen’s we north did steer
Till Bass Strait’s wild waves wrecked us here.
And somewhere west Port Melbourne lies
–And where are you, my Annie?
Through swamps infested with snakes and flies.
The fool who walks there, he surely dies.
We hail no ships, though the time it drags.
–And where are you, my Annie?
Our chain-gang walk and our government rags.
All mark us out as Van Diemen’s lags.
We fled the lash and the chafing chain.
–And where are you, my Annie?
We fled hard labour and brutal pain,
And here we are and here remain.
High Green Hill
All along the meadow side where the briars are winding
Through the shadows of the glade by lily of the valley
With me way hey fiddle i day
Where she goes to none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come my boys and we’ll away
Follow where the linnet wings o’er the green and barley
Where the lark sings wide the sky above the fields of dawn
With me way hey fiddle i day
Where she wanders none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come we’ll follow the plough today
On a night in windsomtide this young maid lay a-sleeping
One that came to her bedside dressed in gold and green
With me way hey fiddle i day
Who she follows none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come we’ll sow the fields today
Long we’ve heard you sing aloud with a voice so sweet and pretty
Oh will you rise and sing with us of always and the wild
With me way hey fiddle i day
Where she tarries none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come we’ll sheer the flocks today
Well she’s gone up to the high green hills, where the winds are calling
To sing before the end of day of always and the wild
With me way hey fiddle i day
Who she longs for none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come you all to market day
Well she’s lay down on the good green hill all among the flowers
Adn she’s gone into the wide green hill beyond the edge of day
With me way hey fiddle i day
Who can hear her some can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come you all to harvest day
And she’s come down from the high green hill singing sweet and pretty
And long we’ve lay in the churchyard ground sisters all and brothers
With me way hey fiddle i day
Why she lingered none can say
Come my boys we’ll away, come my boys and we’ll away
