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The Roses
04:51
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I count the days since I last missed it
Cause lately I’ve been getting sickness,
Every morning when the moonlight fades,
Into the light of day
But I don’t want to be a harbor
For a man who comes and goes
Leaving nothing but an empty chair
And the scent of his clothes
So-
Cedar red, cohosh blue
Wild thistle and cotton root
The saints won’t answer when I call
And so I call on you
To bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
Make this tea, don’t be a mother
Drink it down, try to forget
But if I drink this bitter water
Will I only taste regret?
Or -
Cedar red, cohosh blue
Wild thistle and cotton root
The saints won’t answer when I call
And so I call on you
To bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
Ophelia had Rue and Pansy
Pennyroyal, Fennel and Tansy
Rosemary, and Queen Anne’s lace
Wild Myrtle, and Herb-o’-Grace,
And -
Cedar red, cohosh blue
Wild thistle and cotton root
The saints won’t answer when I call
And so I call on you
I will not be silent
I will not be chaste
I cannot make a life
If it means mine goes to waste
I will -
Bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
Bring the roses down
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Whippoorwill
03:35
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Oh, that old lonely whippoorwill
Builds a nest on the ground
In the brambles and the rushes
And the soft tall grass all around
And she sings to her babies
The saddest song in the world
Tries to teach them of sorrow
So they'll never get hurt
Singing oh, singing oh
Singing oh, singing oh
Oh that lonely whippoorwill
Had a love that's long gone
Still she sings her song so fine
Half a duet until dawn
Singing oh, singing oh
Singing oh, singing oh
Oh, that lonely whippoorwill
All her children have flown
So with no one to lull to sleep
She sings lullabies on her own
Singing oh, singing oh
Singing oh, singing oh
Oh, that lonely whippoorwill
Has the saddest song I've heard
And she cries and she cries til her voice is drowned out
By the song of the morning bird
Singing oh, singing oh
Singing oh, singing oh...
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Emily Johnson-Erday Brooklyn, New York
Emily Johnson-Erday learned old-time music knee to knee from her family and community in North Carolina. Now based in
Brooklyn, her upbringing and a love for theater lend Emily’s songs a genuine, folk-rooted sound, a powerful narrative arc, and an empathy that feels like a musical embrace.
Emily is one-fourth of the The Starlight Darlins, a folk "queertet" that released their debut EP last year.
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