How many lies will I tell to create?
How many tries 'fore my mama's heart breaks?
Someday 'fore I die, oh, I wish one more time,
to taste the blackberries' sweetness again.
I knew all along just what I should do.
I'm a man of the mind, I could tell you ain't true.
But I think you'll agree, when you're feelin' this free,
don't foresee that your hands will stain blue.
I've walked on neath the ageless sun,
while I wait for the day that my indigo fades,
but I'm prepared and I'm happy to
return to the patches
and I'd drink from the garden once again for you.
If I could go back, count my blackberries slow.
Savor the taste, for the gardener don't know.
She told me a lie, that this Eden won't die,
but our hearts are still aching alone.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston