Darkness rests upon the evening sand
As I return to this place
I searched for evidence that we were ever here
But the ocean swept our paths away
The old beach displays its wrath
Pulling specters from its bank
I saw two men drown underneath the waves
We saw a fire rise beyond the stairs
And something called my name that night
It's pull was more than I could ever bear
And its light led me right off the path right off the path
It led me to a reservoir of ancient trees
So I formed a cross from rotting wood to comfort me
I spoke its name into the void
Reverberating through the sand
I've felt its presence rise at the seasons end
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The legendary Richard Thompson's new solo album exemplifies his many musical paths, from pop and cabaret to jazz to traditional folk. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2024