There was one lonesome rose,
weeping silent and somber,
and if only she knew where the birds would wander
arms full of roses red,
they took to the sky,
beguiled the soil, the seeds were sewn,
her roots were carried far and wide.
One rose, the fallen petals fly,
carelessly they've fluttered by,
a garden late to bloom.
If only she'd have seen it, too.
There was one lonesome rose,
planted carefully neath the garden vines,
though she longed to flourish unrestrained,
within that house, we know her pride.
One rose had wilted by the door,
I'll keep it open evermore.
A garden late to bloom.
If only she'd have seen it, too.
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
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016