She sows in soil
She shines, she knows
She grows roots deep
She climbs, she blooms
Thought I knew her when
She was a song in my head
Thought I knew her when
She was the burn
Of bud blossom dew
Oh, come what may
I loved her on a April day
She stands so still
Wind blows her through
Rain pours her drink
She swoons, she shrinks
Thought I knew her when
She was strong in her skin
Thought I knew her when
She was a spark
That burned through the dark
Oh, come what may
I loved her on an August day
There is love in the little things
Songbird sings from the birch
Humming with the breeze
Every leaf a tambourine
Cicadas sing a vignette
I will never forget
Her violet crown at sundown
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020