Poppy, poppy blossoming
In the cold still air
Standing tall with your head bowed down
I have seen you there
All I know is what I have
Grey sky and green grass
Blue eyes crying
A hard rain falling
On the dark heart in my hands
When all hope is gone
I'll linger on
Like a small rain falling
For my black crow calling
You know I'll take my love down
Like a small rain falling
For my black crow calling
You know I'll take my love down
Like a small rain I fall
For my black crows call
Like a small rain I fall
For my black crows call
Christa and I go way back, it's true. She sings truer than any and with the vulnerability in joy and sorrow that will charm you in your secret places. Jess Hill
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2018