We sat upon the rocks and tried to sing aloud
A company of friends, a thinning crowd
And I felt the city melt, my mask had dropped away
Some sleeping, some entranced
We welcomed in the day
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
The water still and deep, vast pools of crystal blue
I saw that you belonged and I was there with you
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
Now I see how you dream and what your strength is for
A world you haven't seen is coming to your door
Your wooden boats will carry on
And bring you to the midnight sun
Your wooden boats were made to fear
Nothing..
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