Listen to the berries and the plums (feat. Ching Valdes-Aran & Henry Stram) by Dave Malloy

the berries and the plums (feat. Ching Valdes-Aran & Henry Stram)

Dave Malloy

Vocal

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ching Valdes-Aran

Ching Valdes-Aran

Vocals

Henry Stram

Vocals

Or Matias

Piano

Blair Hamrick

French Horn

Yuko Naito-Gotay

Yuko Naito-Gotay

Violin

Maria Bella Jeffers

Maria Bella Jeffers

Cello

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dave Malloy

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Dave Malloy

Producer

Or Matias

Producer

Josh Axelrad

Producer

Roy Hendrickson

Roy Hendrickson

Mixing Engineer

Oscar Zambrano

Mastering Engineer

Piotr Garbaczonek

Piotr Garbaczonek

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I spent the whole day on the dusty floor

Reading every page.

It was the story of my grandmama and grandpapa:

How they met and fell in love,

And how they parted as they were fleeing Latvia—

Russians on one side, Nazis on the other.

A hay truck escape

As the berries and plums of their orchard were bursting with ripeness.

A summer day

Wooden fence against a clear blue sky

Flowers and bees

Burnt yellow grass beneath white birch trees

A hay truck is waiting

There's no room for our bags

Cannon fire coming closer

His eyes so far away

He lays me down in the hay

Rests his fingers upon my cheek

Smiles so sweetly

As he breaks my heart

And says

I can't leave yet

The berries and the plums

Their harvest time has come

You must sail away without me

And I'll come and find you both

When all the work I have is done

Some day

When all my troubles here are over

He always had a darkness

Demons lurking underneath his skin

Everyone knew

The sadness he hid behind a grin

Late nights in the barn

Pounding metal, drinking wine

Stumbling through the smoke

Burning his arm against the forge

I'd listen at the door

Hear his screams and sobs

And whisper to the child inside of me

Help me pray for him

I can't leave yet

The berries and the plums

Their harvest time has come

You must sail away without me

And I'll come and find you both

When all the work I have is done

Some day

When all my troubles here are over

Oh what a roman it would make

And though I knew

That the harvest would go unpicked

That my love had given up on himself

That he had lost his fight

I kiss him on the neck

Right under his ear

Knowing it's the last time

And the last thing I'll hear is

I can't leave yet

The berries and the plums

Their harvest time has come

You must sail away without me

And I'll come and find you both

When all the work I have is done

Some day

When all my troubles here are over

Some day

When all my troubles here are over

Written by: Dave Malloy

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