Winter Ballads

by Gillian Grogan

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Pairs well with: frost, fog, rain, church, nighttime, early morning, and the windy drifts and blustery howls of a classic New England snowfall.

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released February 15, 2019

All songs written and performed by Gillian Grogan

Produced and recorded by Gillian Grogan

Mixed and mastered by Daniel Radin

Artwork by Gillian Grogan

Couldn't have made this album without the support of so many friends and family, the Motiv mini microphone gift from Ben Bloomberg (of the MIT Media Lab) that captured it all, and the last hour engineering phone support from Michael Siegel of Warrior Camp Studio.

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"An unforgiving tuggin' at your roots, no matter where you come from, her lyrics wash over you like gentle reminders of another life you haven't had yet." -Woven Collective ... more

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Track Name: Land of My Fathers
For the moon o'er every ocean
O'er every mountain
Sea and stone
For the land of my father
Of his father
I should know

White the snow
White the snow
I should know

In my heart, I adore her
In my heart, I adore her

For the sea
Deep dark infinity
Dividing destiny
For one so free
For the tide of the water
Oh take your daughter
By the toe

White the snow
White the snow
I should know

In my heart, I adore her
In my heart, I adore her

Oh be free
Oh be free
Oh be free
Track Name: Home For Supper
Through the short and hardy forest
Brittle December pine
We're losing time
We're losing time

No we daren't forget our mother
Fixing supper by the stove
Praying for we come home
Praying for we come home

Oh the wind has grown thicker
And our sight has grown slim
Oh I hold onto my brother
That I see him again

In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time

Oh the white snow a'falling
A whistling winter waltz
She's playing our song
She's playing our song

War every shivering needle ring
Like a bell, our song would sing
Like a bell, our song would sing
War every shivering needle ring

Oh the harping of the eider
Unmistakably sweet
Oh the humming of our mother
We are far late to see

In the pitch pine forest
My brother and I
We're losing time
We're losing time
Track Name: Till I Meet You In The Grave
In the shadow of her trunk
Tracing grooves along her side
Heaven bless this tree, which hovers
Above his body, near to mine

One hundred thirty-seven days
One hundred thirty-six I have known
He is left this world for kinder place
He is left his body home

His mother takes it day by day
His father dare not stew
His brother raps poetic verse
I wrote a song or two

Five brothers loved within these halls
Four brothers now remain
Though tears are endless destined fall
Ever joy bound to your name

I remember summers, childhood games
I remember winters, too
In our hearts, the man you had become
And I'm so proud of you, sweet James

Like the morning fog, every day you're gone
Every day I here remain
How I'll miss your face upon my face
Your name upon my lips

Oh, but the sound that I'll miss the most
If it's heard, I'll surely collapse
Your laughter, sweetest James, I love
And I fear to live without

You had shaved your face for the Wiley Road
And I could not look away
I'm so glad I held it in my hands
Fore Fate we two betrayed

I won't ever let you go, sweet James
I will sing to you most days
And I pledge to muster art and song
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
Till I meet you in the grave
Track Name: In The Deep Of Winter
In the deep of winter
An aching, a violence
No respite in silence
A song will endure

For words will choke every thought in the throat
But the melody waits for the soul, and lends hope
That patience we learn
By the bow and by the stern
A trust that tomorrow will lighten our load
Soften our sorrow, and future unfold

In the deep of winter
An aching, a violence
No respite in silence
A song will endure

By many names that noun has been known
By many more is it offered to us
Please understand that thing is your own
There's no right and no wrong to divide us
Whether hope, trust, or patience
Whether faith, dream, or belief
Whether granted by an almighty someone
Or heard in a series of beats

In the deep of winter
An aching, a violence
No respite in silence
A song will endure

In your deep dark winter
Where the skies have gone gray
When all warmth has eluded
And you've nothing to say
Then say nothing at all
But hum to the snowfall

Here's the thing about winter
It comes and then it goes
It pillages the insides and dribbles out the nose

And so song will outlast
The darkness will pass
As the melody grows
So the spring to the toes
Track Name: The Crocus
Some twenty-five years ago
My mother told me that I would catch cold
On my jacket, barely closed
Out the door for the last flakes of snow

And in that snow
If I prey tell
There were such blossoms
I knew so well
That flower I loved
I did behold
And I knew with such neighbors
It would be cold

So I scooped up some snow
With shoveled hands
Barely larger than my mortal plans
I cleared the way
Or so I thought
But those petaled friends wouldn't stay for long

I sang a song
I sang them a song
I begged and I pleaded all day long
Oh how I mourned
When my friends did leave
Ne'er a farewell I did receive
Ne'er a farewell I did receive
Till springtime next
I'd wait for thee

Crocuses popping through
Unsteady till I found you
Colorful baby blooms
I've been waiting all winter
Waiting all winter
Waiting all winter
Waiting all winter

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