In a cove to the side of Larimore’s hill
I saw a little girl in the winter morning’s chill
Had a coat so red and eyes so blue
she lead me to the woods where the sun won’t shine through
She said with a voice so hollow and grey
like the pale half moon wears the ghost of the day
“Mister can you take me to find my missin’ kin?
cause I am lost as lonesome as a body’s ever been”
I went to take her hand but she backed into the trees
I heard a haunting whisper carried on the breeze
a man’s voice brittle in the shadow of woods
calling “Sweet Helena, now daughter be good”
At this she ran and vanished like the mist
Her footfalls on the autumn leaves an unanswered wish
I ran after her till I was out of breath
and the woods came so cold I thought I’d catch my death
Wipe the the tears from your face
Come on back to the place
where you are loved and embraced
Wipe the the tears from your face
I found the girl standing by the swollen creek
she aimed her foot for a rock but then she lost her feet
Her little body got caught up in the water’s rage
Her father came a running his daughter for to save
He ran to the water and jumped right in
and put his arms around the girl and they both tried to swim
but the current took them both so deep in its depth
I saw them wide eyed struggle for their last breaths
I stood in anger that I didn’t follow suit
I knew I should have helped them but I was planted like a root
Then I hear a tiny whisper that felt frozen on my skin
“Mister can you take me to find my missin’ kin?”
Then the little girl ran and fell into the water
and her father followed after and drowned there with his daughter
and when I thought it ended it all began again
and I walked away feeling something less than a man
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"...finds Becker establishing himself as one of the great songwriting talents of the region. Really, the entire album stands as such a testament." blogs.dallasobserver.com Hares on the Mountain
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023