I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors
It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors
Death comes like a thief in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering light
Well maybe it's then
She said, I'll see you again
Because the son never shines on closed doors
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors
And we all go the same way home
Yeah we all go the same way home
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The music of this album is like an evening by the campfire with your dearest friends and family - warm, inviting, and full of soul. blind-muse-on-a-hill
Irish songwriter Aoife Nessa Frances explores love and loss on gentle songs swathed in strings and keys and supported by burbling rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 25, 2019