Oh the innocence, the cavalier womanhood
Oh the trusting eyes of a womanchild
Never did I know how sweet she did look
How could she have known
What he could take he took
But I had mastered the art of speech with a severed tongue
I could cut a fable precociously young
As sharp as a tack, I grew to outsmart the enemy
A sixth sense, it guarded me
Oh the innocence, the cavalier womanhood
Oh the trusting eyes of a womanchild
Never did I know how sweet she did look
How could she have known
What he could take he took
Oh strong and steel and sharp
Is the wire round me
Winded and binded, for safety
But how do I free the frozen sea
Trapped inside me
Oh the innocence, the cavalier womanhood
Oh the trusting eyes of a womanchild
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