I met a man at the age of nineteen,
red as a wildfire,
strong as a king.
Together we sewed
our seedling as deep
as our roots would take us,
and our hands would reach.
Oh, redwood, if I could tear you down I would, I would.
Oh, redwood, I should.
But you're here with me for good.
In the recess of a downpour,
our pride and joy grew,
And in the arbor, we slept,
aloft in the dew.
I woke and I wept,
I knew not he'd live on.
The redwood, it stands,
long after you've gone.
I don't know if I'd miss the shade of the wood,
or the endlessness of your eyes.
Sometimes I think that I was born for the road.
But if ever I travel, I turn
to my haven, so pristine.
The sturdy, the tall, wild,
my angel,
And it's no good, Redwood.
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