As I was a-walking one morning in spring
To see the green fields, hear the colley bird sing,
I met a young lady a-making her mourn,
Oh, I am a stranger and a long way from home.
I came from sweet England with mother and dad;
We thought in America all might be had.
Of gold and silver and riches galore,
And never need hunger in poverty more.
But alas, for sweet England! my father is dead,
And mother can earn but a little for bread,
And I weep as I gaze o'er the far distant main
For a fine ship to take me to England again.
I've an aunt in the country, she lives all alone,
She'd welcome and love me as I were her own.
I'd nurse her in sickness and tend her in pain
And thank God I was back in sweet England again.
"They manage to encapsulate the magic of vintage country recordings while also inventing a floaty, horse-shoegaze sound, both backwoods-rustic & ethereal, that is all their own." usmfreepress.org Hares on the Mountain
"Real prophets were like this: not so much prognosticating as bearing the good and bad reminders of blessing and curse, a vocation of reminding and unsettling." frontrow.dmagazine.com Hares on the Mountain
"...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