Run through the golden fields daughter of Hannah
The sparrows are singing your song
Over the castle ruins, down in the valley
sweet Hera is calling you home
Take down your golden hair, lay down your bonnet
come lie in your savior's arms
Whisper your prayer to me, under the canopy
I swear I will do you no harm
Let's walk through the evergreens
gathering the heather there
I'll build you this garden of love
Far from society, I'll build you a kingdom
we'll call it the garden of love.
So come to the golden lands
take of thine robes and stand
under the mothering sun
Come sit in our circle
and look all around you
your brothers and sisters are one.
The poet, the painter,
the minstrels, the philosophers
are building a world of their own.
The actor, the sculptor
the gardener, the astrologers
are building a garden of love
The poet, the painter,
the minstrels, the philosophers
are building a world of their own.
The actor, the sculptor
the gardener, the astrologers
are building the garden of love
Say no to the liar
We'll not die by fire
We're building our heaven on earth
Say no to the liar
We'll not die by fire
We're building our heaven on earth
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019