Chasing the Sunset

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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.

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Physical, Digital

Track List

1. Sunset
2. Anderson’s Coast
3. Redwood
4. Dimanche à Paris
5. Lonely Mountain
6. Hemlock
7. High Green Hill
8. There and Back Again
9. Castle
10. Helsinki
11. Rustleton & Rigby

Lyrics

Anderson’s Coast

by John Warner

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

by Adam Broome

All along the meadow side, by the briers a’ winding
Through the shadows of the glade and lily of the valley

With me way hey fiddle I day
Where she goes to none can say
Come my boys and we’ll away
Come my boys and we’ll away

Follow where the linnet wings o’er the greening barley
Where the lark sings wide the skies above the fields of dawn

With me way hey fiddle I day
Where she wanders who can say
Come my boys and we’ll away
Come we’ll follow the plough today

On a night at Whitsuntide this young maid lay a-sleeping
One there came to her bed-side dressed in gold and green

With me way hey fiddle I day
Who she follows none can say
Come my boys and we’ll away
Come we’ll sow the fields today

Long we’ve heard you sing aloud with a voice so sweet and pretty
Will you rise and sing with us, of old ways and the wild

With me way hey fiddle I day
Why she tarries none can say
Come my boys and we’ll away
Come we’ll shear the flocks today

Well she’s gone up to the high green hill where the winds are calling
To sing before the end of day of old ways and the wild

With me way hey fiddle I day Who she longs for none can say
Come my boys and we’ll away Come you all to market day

She’s lain down on the good green hill all amongst the flowers
And 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 and 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 lain in the churchyard ground sisters all and brothers

With me way hey fiddle I day
Why she lingered none can say
Come my boys and we’ll away
Oh come my boys and we’ll away

Adam Broome © Willowbend Music 2015