A night for dressing up, a night for staying in
Two lonely souls here – what’s the story we’re playing in?
Don’t want to feel the cold air, that bracing winter’s chill
Love’s the only gift we bring; Twelfth Night or what you will
I admire your yellow stockings, and the light shining on your skin
But I miss the sound of laughter, with that look we could both be twins
Is it wiser to stay indoors: and avoid the winter’s ills?
Love’s the only gift we bring; Twelfth Night or what you will
I’m hesitant to even try to break the spell
I’m reaching for the heavens; you’re raising hell, raising hell.
Solitary excesses don’t ever stand the test of time
Sit here beside the open fire, and warm the sweet red wine
In the depths of winter, the gifts and the treasures of kings
Love’s the only gift we bring; Twelfth Night or what you will
The whole album is fantastic not a single song that I don’t love, but mostly “she’ll never be me”, and the voice of Emma is angelic ❤️❤️ mahmoud_elsayed
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
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023