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Sapling be​.​.​.

by Polly Barrett

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1.
Hedgerow 02:51
Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Hedgerow, grey crow, sitting on a fence post. Watching, waiting. High above now soaring o'er the black fields. Keep it in though, keep it in though. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Time for bed now, fall into the browl leaves. Tuck you in dear. Pink skin browning, tie it up with string now, On the fire, on the fire, on the fire. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Night sky gazing, waiting for the moment, Chase the dragon. Lying still, comin closer the fire. Won't be long now, won't be long now. Won't be long now. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah. Dum dum dah dah, dah dah dah dah dah dah Dum dum dah dah.
2.
Huge Mistake 03:28
I may not have done the things I thought I'd do. I may not have reached the heights I wanted to. But I feel good when I'm at home and when I'm with you. I look outside and I see green, just like I wanted to. Before I found you, before I found you. Now I'm an open door, I'm a faraway place. I'm an honest joke, not a huge mistake. I've loved you a thousand times, I don't know when. It's in the past and yet to come around again. I feel it in the water here and when you read my mind. What I mean is it's not the first time we've been intertwined. I found you, again I found you. And now we're an open door, we're a faraway place. We're an honest joke, not a huge mistake. I found you, again I found you. I'm an open door, I'm a faraway place. I'm an honest joke, not a huge mistake.
3.
Fool's Gold 04:05
Feet in the mud, head in the clouds. Do you feel my eyes on you? Do you know the things I do? I'm fool's gold, you're a diamond in the hot burning sun. In the hot burning, in the hot burning, in the hot burning sun. Well I know that you don't like me. But why, I can't quite see. Is it that I'm a clear and shallow pool? And unlike me, you're a deep, dark sea? I'm fool's gold, you're a diamond in the hot burning sun. In the hot burning, in the hot burning, in the hot burning sun. With the light in your eyes, I'm like a moth to the fire. And in the dirt, where we search and scour, Will we find if it's awe or desire? I'm fool's gold, you're a diamond in the hot burning sun. In the hot burning, in the hot burning, in the hot burning sun.
4.
First seed, bursts open. Trancsendent green light, Falls around down, round down to the ground. First inkling, old soul. Curling, unfurling to the sound Of a heartbeat, deep underground. With roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground... Down in the underground. Sapling be, tall tree. Sapling grow, to heights I'll never know. Fruit fall, not too far from me. Two arms wide open, bring me down now, down to the ground. With roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground... Down in the underground. Sapling be, tall tree. Sapling grow, to heights I'll never know. With roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground, roots in the ground... Down in the underground.
5.
Mysteries 03:52
A book could fall into my lap, open at the very page I need to read. I'm never far away. My friend Tara's a yoga teacher but she doesn't drink herbal tea. Oh life is full of mysteries like these. I'll burn the logs from the pile we built to keep our family warm And all the while evict invertebrates. They're mothers too, just like me but I cast them off like bad TV. Oh life is full of mysteries like these. Mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these. So with loosened tongue and tired shoulders, I'll crawl the banks between the boulders, 'cause life is soft and very kind to me. With an open heart and enquiring mind, I'll search beneath the waterline for answers to the mysteries I see. Mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these. If we go through life sorry and sound, will we be always lost and never found. The withered seeds that never touched the ground. And the weeds that grow from low to high, they burst with life and then they die, oh life is full of mysteries like these. Mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these, mysteries like these.
6.
Fresh water flows, soon to be salty. Drink it quick! before it turns to poison. Did you bring some thoughts when you came from the mountain? Leave them here, at my feet. I'll watch them while I'm Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea. Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea. Distant boats, making waves. I wish they'd use a sail, instead of burning diesel. I can't hear my thoughts, my fears, my dreams and aspirations In the chug and splash that I hear. Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea. Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea. Evening falls and the noises are all gone. Now it's just me and the sea. A silky seal slips to the surface. Don't think she even knows, or cares but she sees me. Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea. Standing by the Sea, standing by the Sea.
7.
She's not afraid of dying, she's not afraid of getting hurt. She's not afraid of much you know, secure in all she's worth. She walks among the grasses, swims within the sea. She pours another glass and says 'The world looks after me' The world looks after me and I'll look after you. But only if it means you'll stick around 'til after 2. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do. She's grateful to the universe for all that she possesses, Making grand plans and buying more new dresses. But paddle in the shallows, too good to be true. Dive beneath and you will find the thing that bothers you. It's not the thing you thought of, not the thing you know. IT's there among the other lies you thought would never show. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do. Now I'm not saying you should question everything they do. But sometimes their truth, oh it just ain't true. No it just ain't true, woah it just ain't true. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do. Woah, she's following her truth, she's following her truth. And that's just something she's gotta do. Something she's gotta do
8.
Sparrow 03:37
Sparrow at the window, shelter from the storm, Hold your head up high. Keep your feathers dry. Berries int he forest, longing for the sun. Keep your rosey hue. Until my heart turns blue. Living and imagined, sometimes look the same. And we don't know who's to blame, No we don't know who's to blame. Vixen on the roadside, wounded in the war. Fears me and my kind for she does not know my mind. Living and imagined, sometimes look the same. And we don't know who's to blame, No we don't know who's to blame. Fairies of the flowers, pixies of the trees. Know my life's entire and I won't invoke your fire. Living and imagined, sometimes look the same. And we don't know who's to blame, No we don't know who's to blame. Sparrow at the window, shelter from the storm. Hold your head up high. Keep your feathers dry. And I won' invoke your fire, no I won't invoke your fire.
9.
The Queen 04:01
Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Hangin' around with the nicest boy in town. He's got a shiny golden crown. Well you like that, dontchya? Yeah you like that dontchya? You think you'll take a look, get him hooked and then you'll leave him on the shelf. Oh oh well... Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Talkin' shit about the moon and laughing all too soon, You oughta hide that red balloon. Oh but you love it dontchya? Oh you love it dontchya? It's a dream come true, all eyes on you. This cloud is lined with sold gold. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. You got eyes in the back of your head. But you don't fool me. You got holes in your pockets. You don't fool me. You got notions in your head. You don't fool me. You got things left unsaid? Well you can say them to me. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. Baby go back to bed, you know my eyes are tired of green. I've got the insight, it's not your god given right to be the queen. It's not your god given right to be the queen, no. IT's not your god given right to be the queen.
10.
Old Wound 03:43
A little bit of green in the morning. A little bit of turf smoke in my nose. And it opens up... Oh it opens up. The first sip of beer in the sunshine. Takes me back to an unfurnished room. With a whistle and a goat skin drum, cigarettes in the afternoon. And it opens up... Oh it opens up/ This old would. This old wound. It opens up and I dive right in. Swim around in pain and bliss. It opens up and swallows me whole. Into the abyss. Just a little bit of spray from the waterfall. Lands in my coffee. Backs against the wall. Gentle laughter int he right way. A rosey hue on a pale white cheek. And it opens up... Oh it opens up. This old wound. This wold wound.

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Third Album from Polly Barrett.

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released October 6, 2023

All songs written by Polly Barrett
Recorded at Polly's House by Stuart Wilde with additional recordings by Marc de Zoeten
Mixed by Chris O'Brien
Mastered by Richard Dowling at Wav Mastering, Limerick

Polly Barrett: Vocals, Tongue Drum, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Bass Guitar, Bodhrán, Whistles, Shakers
Lea Miklody: Cello
Frank Wieler: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Mandolin
Tara Mestre: Backing Vocals
Darren McCarthy: Double Bass

Photography by Joe Chapman
Design by Megan Clancy Creative

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Polly Barrett is an Irish singer-songwriter living in west Cork, Ireland. She writes about love, loss, motherhood and the magic of the natural world. New album Sapling be... out October 6th.

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