We took the road to Cadaquès
And crossed the mountain to Gerona
Chasing down the last days of spring
Feeling like the motorbike had wings
And there the voice of the wind
She became our close companion
All those songs we sought but never found
Came to us with two wheels on the ground
My Troubamour, d'you feel the wind carress our fever
My Troubamour, you're close and you are warm
My Troubamour, the memories of the night still linger
While ancient songs of love flow through our dreams
Of all the things i ever did
So many dreams they come for no-one
All my hopes were seeds on the wind
Always looking for the rainbow's end
You said the sky was full of tears
That we could watch from your window
Every drop that fell to kiss the ground
Every drop that fell without a sound
My Troubamour, d'you feel the wind carress our fever
My Troubamour, you're close and you are warm
My Troubamour, the memories of the night still linger
While ancient songs of love flow through our dreams
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