late in october
in year of our lord
twenty-thirteen
i dreamt you were board
on a beautiful morning
the sunday before
your father left you
and your mother at home
he never loved you
so he packed his bags
oh what a sorry
excuse of a man
and i watched you grow up
what a beautiful thing
with hairs black as midnight
and eyes
emerald green
and I've loved your mother
since we were both kids
and now you're my daughter
you're my greatest gift
i came over one day
your bags were all packed
we're leaving tomorrow
we're not coming back
i asked to go with you
but she shot me down
i'll wait for you both here
just like an old hound
so i stayed here
i fixed this old house
well into my 60's
with no one around
i miss you like crazy
and your mother too
cause our little family
was over too soon
German-British artist Cosma Joy weaves indie pop, UK jazz, and Neo soul into an ambitious, airy debut EP that’s perfect for springtime. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022