Grassy Roads, Wandering Feet (2015)

by The Bombadils

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Ben Koehler The sound that this band has produced defies my attempts and classifying it: there are hints of folk, celtic, bluegrass, jazz, classical, all seamlessly blended into the beautiful sound you hear in this album. When I listen to The Bombadils, I can't help but to smile and tap my feet. This is truly music, capturing heart and imagination. Favorite track: Nova Scotia Goodbye.
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Where will this prayer go will it fall on deaf ears? Will it open up a channel For love to pour in? I sink my feet in the soft white sand Pearl coloured diamond dust I run to the shore and let the tide rush in bringing treasures of the sea Is this the answer to my plea? Chorus: Oh, will my sighs and groans be delivered to the heavens on angel wings? Will my cries and moans be laid like a flower at Mother Mary's feet in my last hour? Tonight we'll set the brush on fire it will singe the fringe of the highest tree We're trying to get close but we can't find the words to share the things we hide So we talk about the tide The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out Twice every day, returning The periwinkle chatter with the crickets in the grass And they sing of the open channel I hear timpani and I hear brass I might be answered if I ask Chorus Reach for the warm spots on the sandy floor Tiptoe a little further to see if there's more, to see if there's more. Cool glassy waters, by a wooden country church We feel free we feel graceful and love pours in, oh love pours in Chorus
Heave Away 03:03
Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollys! Heave away! Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away! Me jolly boys we're all abound away! Chorus Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain Heave away, me jollies! Heave away! But now we're bound for old St. John's, where all the girls are dancing Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away! I wrote my love a letter, it was on the Jenny Lynn Heave away, me Jollys! Heave away! I wrote my love a letter and I sealed it with a ring Heave away! Me jolly boys, we're all abound away! Chorus Well, it's farewell nancy darling, for it's now I'm gonna leave you Heave Away! Me jollys, heave away! You told me that you'd marry me and how you did deceive me Heave Away! Me jolly boys, we're all abound away! Chorus
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair She called me by my name and ran And faded into the brightening air. Though I am old and wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep For satisfied I n'er can be I write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times I love my love and well she knows I love the ground where on she goes I know the day it soon will come When she and I will be as one Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands
Hazeldean 05:16
Portrait 04:01
Take my portrait, I'm a little boy With deep brown eyes and these cheeks of rose Playing a game wherever I go Lost in a world that no one knows My sail is yet unfurled Take my portrait, I'm a young man With a strong back and a fire inside A clear gaze and a hurried stride And a beautiful lady by my side I'm off to sail the world Take my portrait, I'm an old man In this rocking chair, bathed in fireside light My bones they ache on this winters night But to know I've truly lived my life And not misspent a grain of sand Keep my portrait, I'm a memory- Laid to rest beneath the soil Away from life's tears and strife and toil I've lived and loved, felt pain and joy Now dead leaves fall where I sleep Fond memories I pray you keep Life is short so please don't weep
There are ribbons, pink and blue Set by the sun like a crown upon the Rocky Mountains golden light seeps through the clouds there goes the train, a charcoal chain that hugs the mountainside Chorus: In the hour of the blue snow I walk along with my love, we hear the whistle blow There's a fire that sets our hearts a-glow and we are warm in the hour of the blue snow we are warm in the hour of the blue snow What will I find in these mountains will I find tunes to weave a web with the strings of my fiddle? What will I find in these pine trees pining for you and for me by the strings of our hearts? Chorus The sun's gone done and the deer are on the trail the snow falls quiet as a swallowtail it rests on your lashes like Queen Anne's lace hold me tight, hold me close in that tender place Chorus
The bottle's nearly empty and the light is flickering low There's candle wax on the table cloth and our cheeks are all a-glow Our bodies, they are heavy but our spirits are feather light It's come the time, as it always does, for all to say goodnight How it ever gets to this, I guess I'll never know We just can't stand to see it through and let each other go The food was good, the drink it flowed, and my glass was always full One goodbye should be enough but I guess it never will Chorus: It's goodbye in the kitchen, So long in the hall, Farewell on the front porch and don't forget to call And before we know it, It's see you later in the the yard How sweet it is to have a friend who makes goodbye so hard Well I guess it's time to tip my hat and bid you all adieu And Lord, He knows we've had laugh and a cry or two It takes a minute to say hello but forever to say goodbye 'Guess I'll always take my time no matter how I try Chorus


released March 4, 2015

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Julia Graff and James Perrella in the McGill Multimedia Room

Produced by The Bombadils Julia Graff and James Perrella

Album art and design by Joe Latham at Lookhappy Design and Veronica Frank


Fiddle, banjo, voice - Sarah Frank
Guitar, mandolin, voice - Luke Fraser
Flute, Irish whistle, harmonica, voice - Anh Phung
Upright bass (Tracks 1, 3, 7-11), voice - Alan Mackie
Upright bass (Tracks 2, 4-6) - Evan Stewart


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The Bombadils Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia

Canadian Folk Music Award nominees The Bombadils are Luke Fraser and Sarah Frank, a vibrant husband and wife duo playing traditional and original tunes with front porch style and classical grace. Drawing from Canadian, American, and Celtic traditions, the two pour the spirit of story-telling and kitchen parties into their own writing. ... more

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