album cover
Border
2
Folk
Border è stato pubblicato il 1 maggio 2026 da Josephine Illingworth come parte dell'album Bright Things I Found In The Dark
album cover
Data di uscita1 maggio 2026
EtichettaJosephine Illingworth
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM52

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Performer
Josephine Taylor
Josephine Taylor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Josephine Illingworth-Law
Producer
Guy Davie
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer
Richard Woodcraft
Richard Woodcraft
Mixing Engineer

Testi

I became a girl I had always yearned for
With the backpack and the strange beautiful boy
Standing tired at the border with brown legs and green eyes
They both wore green stoned jewellery
And wild, sun-dyed hair
Just came back from the mountain
Or heading there
And she gave him a look of silver
And twisted a feather in her hair
He took her hand and looked it over
And kissed her thumb
And I thought that I would find you there
Where everything was clear
Everything was clear
She said let's go to the forest we read about
In our tiny childhood beds
Let's twist a well-trodden story into a legend
And they both ran out and over the line
With guards all piling after them
And swung their bags into a cart
And laughed and laughed and laughed at them
And I thought that I would find you there
Where everything was clear
Everything was clear
And you'd wait for me when I fell back
But the rain got in your hair
The rain got in your hair
Hair
I'm going back to the border
I'll see you, keep you there
I never tried, I was awful
But to stay, I do not dare
I'll smooth them out when I'm older
All the dreams I carried close and dear
For now we go to the border
And all that haunts us, holds us
We will cry when only birds can hear
When leaves did grow and crowd the sky
They slipped the cart and out of sight
They fell into embrace so light
The air was thick with snow and flies
And on her palm an eye did glow
And on her head, a feathered crown
Soft as air or gossamer down
It pulled her to the forest's mouth
The fear of your first love
The hush of snow upon pine trees
A feather falling on a fiddler's lip
His last trip
The days and night of our lives
We left it all behind
Written by: Josephine Illingworth-Law
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...