The stars fell from heaven to shine in her eyes
& the wind made a home in her hair
She liked the day best when the sun rose to rise
When you looked there was no-one else there
She ran to the park & she’d swing on the swing
& she’open her arms to the sky
& she sat at the back as the school took your wings
& taught you how to not sing & fly
She was always in favour of wild things
From the top of the downs to the end of the pier
The night bus that knows the way home
One Friday comes round with his breath full of beer
& leaves her a child of her own
The light’s always on & the door’s never locked
& the silence grows deep as dark woods
The son grows a skateboard as quick as a fox
Bright Phoebus beneath his black hood
When the night’s gone to bed, & there’s no-one else there
She feeds the fox king from her window
& he lifts his proud head turning into thin air
When her son’s coming home like a shadow
The stars fell from heaven to shine in her eyes
& the wind made a home in her hair
She likes the world best when the nights gone to bed,
the king of the foxes comes out of thin air for her
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
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