They call'd me fool, they call'd me arrogant child:
They look'd upon my bruise and then they smiled:
I found my angel mettle in the night;
Its voice was low, the look was almost bright.
It's light is mixed with life. It mixed with death.
It yields a whisper of my wishful breath.
From East to West they race and die away;
'The dawn, the dawn,’ without a breath they say.
Peace; come away: the song of woe
Remains after all, an earthly song.
Peace; come away: we do love wrong
To sing so wildly: let us go.
They call'd me fool, they call'd me arrogant child:
They look'd upon my hope and then they smiled:
From East to West we race and die away;
'The dawn, the dawn,’ without a breath I say.
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023