I walk out in a moonlit glade with my wheelbarrow
when I saw a fair young maid draped in long shadows.
Honey hair blown, golden storm, see it free flying.
Barefoot moonchild shooting stars from her eyes crying.
Light your candle follow me to the dark silos
Spiritchild 'neath the chanting leaves of the wise willow.
Coming, sprinkling violet stardust to black tower.
Draped in moth winged over coat holding dead flowers.
Just me and my wheelbarrow
walking through moors in starlit glade
Watching the lone black sparrow
stretching her wings out in the rain
Pixie dream girl follow me to the ghost circus
Ride the phantom Ferris-wheel 'neath the black saucer.
Black horse spinning carousel draped in white mantis.
Death clown painted, kneeling down 'hind the blue lantern
Watching the midnight circus
Laughing at Luna as she plays
Drinking her liquid moonlight
Conjuring spirits with her rays
Take a ride in this moonlit glade in my wheelbarrow
Take your hair down fair young maid of the long shadows.
Honey hair blown, golden storm, see it free flying.
Barefoot moonchild shooting stars from her eyes crying.
Just me and my wheelbarrow
walking through moors in starlit glade
Watching the lone black sparrow
stretching her wings out in the rain
I always thought you were the one the goddess sent to me.
Now you seem so far away 'hind candle barricades.
And one cold night I sang my song to summon you.
Sophia weeps for my words no longer getting through
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