Anya
He gets lost in her eyes
They’re pretty as a wing
They’re deep as a world
She makes him sing
She looks at him straight
And he’s gone gone gone
Already its too late
Already it feels wrong
And he knows he don’t belong
So he stands on her verandah
Waking up the town
Anya! sweet Anya
O won’t you come down?
But she’s barred her doors against him
She doesn’t understand
The fury of his love, this tormented man
This tender man
She burst into his world
Trailing the sun
She’s only a girl but he’s made her the one
And he just wants her to see him
See into his true heart
But she just turns away
And it’s tearing him apart
So our fading town awakes
To his anguished pleas
Anya my Anya
Your love could set me free
And though I’m nearly broken
For you I will be strong
And if you can’t accept my love
Then please accept my songs
And he sings on her verandah
Waking up the town
Anya! sweet Anya
O won’t you come down
But she’s barred her doors against him
She doesn’t understand
The fury of his love
This tormented man
this good man
credits
from In The Wild Wood,
released December 10, 2014
Trish Molloy - vocals, guitar
Danielle Caruana - wurly, vocals
Monique La Fontaine - vocals
Theo Felice - Drums
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023
These two tracks by the Chicago folk singer were produced by Jackson and her frequent collaborators KAINA, Sen Morimoto, and Nnamdi. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2023