Early rising, and I know where I should be,
alone we think where we should be,
in tall grass we roll through and through,
as the wind blows softly though me and you
We yawn at the earth and cough at the sky
Its only me and you weave made it so high
A day to come a morning to be drawn,
we wait for it to finally come
we roll through night, so quite yet bright
alone the both of us crying for the light
we get there without a soul in our sight
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020