No more let me be melancholy here
Where life and love are giv’n like rain in spring
Ope up the skies to wash away my fear
For ere the rains come down, the dampness brings
A weight of heart which e’er I do embrace
That when the waters come it serves to crush
What should have grown. I turn my face
In shame. When I look up the sun has gone, the rush
Of water passed. I call again: let down
The rains! But ere I call the ground is dry
Let me not cow’r next time I hear the sound
Of coming storms, but turn my face and cry
O Lord let light fall down upon my heart
I need to drown and die ere growth can start
Australian singer-songwriter explores self-examination, loneliness, and post-pandemic malaise through delicate, empathetic folk pop. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2024