In a deep dark pub in the back of London
I fell in love and I lost my cool
With a beer in hand and the juke box humming
A little Liverpool, little Liverpool
Well, we all went out on a Thursday evening
And I just tried to be myself
But the drinks got poured and the talk got flowing
And I was someone else, I was someone else
Hey, could you make up your heart?
I'd like to begin
Love is spreading her arms
I'm falling in
Her cheeks were red and her hair was crimson
Her eyes would laugh and her mouth would smile
I washed I her like a river Jordan
For a little while, just a little while
My heart was young with an old demeanor
My heart was grey, my heart was bored
But you never know it until you've seen her
What you're looking for, what you're looking for
She's the patch of grass underneath my snowfall
In my iron sky, a streak of blue
She's the toes of the trees underneath my sidewalk
And she's breaking through
So, hey, could I make up my heart
I'd like to begin
Love is spreading her arms,
I'm falling in.
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020