Wait and one day I’ll come down that road.
Wait to hear the creaking of these bones, still the same after all these years of
empty pockets and empty rooms and strangers’ faces hidden in the gloom.
Oh it’s been so long since I’ve been somewhere like home.
Because the clouds may break every now and then
but the sun doesn’t shine in the hearts of men.
No, the sun doesn’t shine down here anymore.
So let me wash the blood from my hands, and the sweat from my brow
because I’m back in your arms and what happened then doesn’t matter now.
I’d rather sit up and talk about nights when I wished that the city would turn out its lights
so I could be wrapped up in the same starry blanket as you.
Because the clouds may break every now and then
but the sun doesn’t shine in the hearts of men.
No the sun doesn’t shine down here anymore.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023