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lyrics
WHERE THE GUILT TURNS INTO GOLD
There were no ribbons in a tree
And the welcoming committee
Played a song for the long gone
But not for me
There were longing arms
And warm embraces
There were smiles and happy faces
But the platform was clear of you
Like it was the year
I first came through here
So I just closed my eyes
Heard the train whistle twice
And then we headed out
Out of your town again
And rolled along the track
I might try when the wheat is high
But I don’t know if I will be back
Because you’re always hard as nails
It keeps me on these rails
It never ends like this
Without a kiss
In the fairytales
Meet me down there at the pond
Where we played
So young and fond
Wash away everything we’ve done wrong
Then we will lie down in the meadow
Where my past doesn’t cast no shadow
You bring a bottle and a blanket
Against the cold
Down where the guilt turns into gold
I had a hard time in prison
I spent my laundry shifts doing a whole lot of missing
With nothing but this childhood story
About a man who fell from grace
And as soon as he came back home
The old oak tree
Was bending under all them ribbons
And he could see
How much he had changed
And so did God and he was redeemed
But there was nothing for me to see
But a crow in an old apple tree
And there was nothing, nothing, nothing left
But damnation and the open road
Because your heart is cold as clay
it keeps me on this highway
Like the son of man
I do the best I can
On Good Friday
Meet me down there at the pond
Where we played
So young and fond
Wash away everything we’ve done wrong
Then we will lie down in the meadow
Where my past doesn’t cast no shadow
You bring a bottle and a blanket
Against the cold
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
