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after “The Wild Mountain Thyme,” by Francis McPeake and family (itself after “The Braes of Balquhither,” by Robert Tannahill and Robert Archibald Smith)

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i know this is hard, on our final night,
and sunset sealed the tears inside:
babe, i can see ‘em in your face!

but now your dreams are forming,
so i’ll see you in the morning.
pray stay safe and warm inside the place…

where we all go together, and we all go alone.
and the voices ‘round the table call us home.

tangled up in a memory,
these callous’d hands of mine
baby, how they long to feel your skin!

much wider than forever
was the net we tied together
and cast into a sea where we’d never been…

where we rowed that boat together, but now each rows alone.
and the hands inside the waves will draw us home.

lost alone one desert night,
i believed my death was near.
baby, he was knockin at my door!

i could feel him comin’ for me
in the dark all cold and stormy.
and i wished that your sweet spirit could guide me t’wards…

where we all go ever after: where i was gonna go alone.
but the wild horse’s laughter led me home.

a deep death-fear has haunted me,
& it might’ve been the end of us:
babe, i know you have made that case!

but that fear ain’t for-giving,
& it’s the same as a fear of living.
now i’m preachin’ to the choir about the faith…
of how we all go together, though each one goes alone.
and the ghosts around the table call us home.

out here, all of the ones who’ve died
are as close as the constellations are.
babe: it’s way bigger than me and you!

in the desert, eyes are widened
by the great, green-grey horizon,
and the mountain crown of sky’s encircled blue…

where we’ll someday fly together,
into the wild winds of time,
to become the blooming weather:
shall we go, baby, go?
together and alone?

and our sep’rate grief of days’ll
feed the dead, while we are able:
living fed, we sing out gratefully,
and our voices ‘round the table call them home.

credits

from Possibilitarian Smile, released May 1, 2021
words and music arranged by Isaac Fosl-van Wyke

guitar and vocals: Isaac Fosl-van Wyke
background vocals: Joan Shelley
drums: Rafael Freitas
upright bass: Lucille Ann
electric guitar: Nathan Salsburg
violin: Anna Krippenstapel
accordion & synth bass: Lacey Guthrie
recorded and mixed by Jim Marlowe at End of An Ear Studios

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Isaac Fosl-van Wyke is a songwriter and puppeteer based out of Louisville, KY.

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