Autumn evening on the Albertbridge Road
I’m looking at the Lagan and its heavy water flow
Autumn evening I’m heading for the train
I‘ve left by bridges burning I won’t be back here again
Autumn evening and the sun is going down
I’m lifted by the starlings as they swoop and sweep around
Where you going little bird, is there something you have heard
Wish that I could spread my wings and fly away with you
Where you going little one, looks like you’re still having fun
Like a million little voices changing my mind
An Autumn evening and the light is changing
And the lights are changing
And I’m changing my mind
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023