If you speak true
Washed down the burn of youth
Rock, pool and rapids to the sea
Brown wind unpinned
wreathed on green banks in sin
I'll sing your name and let you sigh
to me
She cries, you sigh
To your own bonny eyes
Red, Brown and yellow draw from green
Patch shoes, mend roofs
Gold hair like grain will move
She's growing up too fast you sigh
to me.
Green grass fades fast
Not even golden lasts
Thresh, bind and burn the tired reeds
Bring snow and wood bowls
Soup steams and cedar coals
Night wind moans and you can sigh
to me
Like you they speak true
Wash down the burn of youth
Rock pool and rapids to the sea
Her blond wind, unpinned
Wreathed on green banks in sin
He'll sing her name and whisper sigh
to me.
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023
Oakland singer-songwriter honors her Haitian heritage with five R&B spirituals overflowing with radiance, fueled by her soft, angelic voice. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2022