We may be 2,000 miles away
But my memory hasn’t faded
Like the dusty photographs from the past
Where reds and greens have gotten hazy
I can still see the orange and yellow fallen leaves,
The garden, and the three old apple trees
I can feel the warmth of a crackling fire
On a dark cold winter night
See beauty in flakes of snow down below
The tiniest specks of white
Smell lilac blossoms in the spring
It takes me to the Valley if I catch it lingering
Once we cross over the old silver bridge
We’re almost golden, almost back to where we’ll live
You and me
After we fly home
The summer sun will stay up late
In this sleepy little town
Clicking sprinklers spin like vultures
Around and around and around
In a place where I can tell my left from right
Yes the rugged mountains will guide us through the night
Yes the rugged mountains will guide us home tonight
Once we cross over the old silver bridge
We’re almost golden, almost back to where we’ll live
You and me
After we fly home
After we fly home
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016
Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines' serene, self-described "Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs." Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2016