My lover went a-walking, my lover took my hand
We waded towards the harbor, unsteady in the sand
But we were just two children, afraid to understand
Even the bravest captains falter when they lose sight of the land
The sea began her singing, the fog began to rise
A thousand haunted voices cry out for paradise
The ocean deep, my Darling, our bodies to reclaim
Sheds her tears over the harbor 'till only rust remains
Weep not for our departure, be it weight of earth or flame,
But weep for all the lovers who will not love again.
Her hands so white and tender, her brow dark as the waves
Together for a lifetime, but buried in distant graves
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022