Every plant given life by his hands
Every stone placed to build pathways in the sand
There was a magical feeling surrounding that land
A mystical feeling surrounding that land
And I'd curled up on my mother with the fire ablaze
My memories of then are a haze
But I can still smell the fynbos after a night's rain
And the fairies and the magic
The blossom from our brains
And there's a child in the tree tops
Is she still me?
My heart opens as the swing drops
I've got bruises on my knees
And I look up into the ether
The sunset and the breeze
Nothing has made me quite as happy as my home
My home among the trees
And I'd curled up on my mother with the fire ablaze
My memories of then are a haze
But I can still smell the fynbos after a night's rain
And the fairies and the magic
The blossom from our brains
And there's a child in the tree tops
Is she still me?
My heart opens as the swing drops
I've got bruises on my knees
And I look up into the ether
The sunset and the breeze
Nothing has made me quite as happy as my home
My home among the trees
Gorgeous and moving, this album fills a musical void in my collection that I didn't know existed. With lyrics that speak about the human condition and instrumentals that have a medieval flair, this has become my new musical addiction 😁 Not a single note is wasted here 9RnK7
Cerebral palsy curbed his ability to play guitar the conventional way, so Nagoda learned double slide, this is his debut LP.
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