Merry Christmas internet people! Here's our annual festive treat and it comes in the form of a track that we originally recorded for our Acoustic/Live/"Unplugged" style album which we will be releasing sometime next year - so - even though the EP is largely unfinished - this one has a winter vibe we only thought it right to release it now!
It's a haunting folk song that's been covered a number of times by other artists but since it's a traditional folk song from our area in the North of England we wanted to do it in our style (and accents/dialects)!
Here's our little Christmas gift to you - hope you enjoy... To return the favour, and give us a gift back, YOU can choose how much you want to pay for it... be generous (Dean needs beer).
O, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing;
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frosts are setting in;
And when a woman tells me that my fyace she'll soon forget,
Before we part, I wad a crown, she's fain to follow't yet.
The snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring;
But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lass, an ye'll be fain,
For all your pride, to follow me, were't cross the stormy main
O, the snow it melts the soonest when the wind begins to sing;
The bee that flew when summer shined, in winter cannot sting;
I've seen awa lasses' anger melt betwix'd the night and morn,
Ah it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn.
So bid me not farweell dear - no farewell I'll receive,
For you shall set me to the stile, and kiss and take your leave;
But I'll stay here till the woodcock comes, and the 'Martin takes his wing,
Since the snow aye melts the soonest, lass, when the wind begins to sing... to sing...
released December 4, 2014
Guitars, Bassoon, Flute, Lead Vocals - Dean Marsh
Background Vocals - Luke Severn
Congas, Bells, Chimes - Stefan Hepe
Bass - Christopher Ewen