There it lies, hearth of the home
Beware it’s thorns, they’ll cut you so
But it’s love is pure
Poison it may be
If I prune it with heed, it sustains me
There it lies, frosted in ice
It’s lost its glow, it’s lost its bite
But it always grows back
Fierce it thrives
Poison it may be
If we give it light, it can learn how to breathe
Harvest and harness it
All the love, rip through me
Enveloping as a velvet sea
All the love, rip through me
Enveloping as a velvet sea
When the Yule season rolls around, I am hopeful that some thoughtful souls will silence the all-too-commonplace holiday jingle-jangle in the room and allow sufficient space and stillness to play — and •listen• to — this most etherial take on a classic German carol. Philip David Morgan
One of my favorite albums ever and I listen to it all the time, every song is beautifully made and I admire the songwriting. Way Up on the Mountain wrenches my heart in the best possible way, the blending and passion of these singers is something genuinely special. feathered_fingernail
From harpist Sarah Pagé comes an album that feels like a fairy tale, full of mystic beauty and gentle, fluttering melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 1, 2023