No ocean and no desert will ever bar my way
I made my home in palaces from Peking to Bombay
Snow wastes of Siberia, gutters in Milan
The madness of Manhattan, gardens in Japan
Sing minstrel true, you keepers of the flame
For what I bring to you I ask no wealth or fame
Songs that I bring and the tale that I sing is of you
Man is a boy and the boy is a child born of you
Forever left to wander, forever to be heard
By peasant and by conqueror, by sombre and absurd
My road it runs like mystery, my steed is this guitar
The confidante of heroes, you'll find me where they are
Sing minstrel true, you keepers of the flame
For what I bring to you I ask no wealth or fame
Songs that I bring and the tale that I sing is of you
Man is a boy and the boy is a child born of you
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024