One of my originals. Recorded in a stone stairwell on between the 2nd and third floors. 4 mics; Oktava MK 12, 2 Neuman Gefell U7 and a Neuman TLM 4
Guild 1988 GF61 tuned to 432 hz.

Lucy Brown

Dear friend, dear friend,
I wrote you a letter
I did not send it, cause I didn't know whether
It would find you well
or even find you at all

please forgive this
mortal strangeness
If I say your name aloud
when I talk to the clouds
I'd leave it all behind
If they answer back in kind
Lucy Brown

Lucy Brown, Lucy Brown
hold my breath without a sound
until I can see you again

wind up the music box
we'll dance and then we'll go throw rocks
at the shadows that keep us apart

I know your husband left you
and your children cry his name
Though the frost is cruel and flowers die
they come back just the same
Autumn never knows, the color Springtime shows
those who wait

If we survive this winter
the snow will melt and the finches
return to the thistles by the river side
and we'll picnic on a blanket in the sun
Lucy Brown

Chorus

And in the abundance of summertime
we'll laugh at my made up rhymes
in the meadow where the aspen trees
laugh all day in the lazy breeze
and we'll dance like fools
'till the moon calls us home

Only nature loves perpetually
with malice and innocence equally
and words can't claim solace
when they cut down that oak tree
but the acorn knows
when the cold wind blows
he calls your name,
Lucy Brown
yes the acorn knows
when the cold wind blows
he calls your name,
Lucy Brown