We came down from old Missouri
To find work and raise a Family
The money never was what it should’ve been
I’m sorry my dear oh I’m sorry my dear
The wind grew heavy and the air grew dry
Perfect day for that field to burn
Near the ocean where I drew the line
And I said good bye and I said good bye
It wasn’t easy for me to leave that day
We grew hungry so I took the blame
And I left you there when you needed me
Oh how I failed to see how bad you needed me
It wasn’t long before you married again
You could not wait for to return
And now I just hold you in some photograph
That’s old and cracked in this old photograph
And now there’s stories that I forget to tell
The truth I just keep to my self
How we were happier back when we were poor
How we had so much more back when we poor
Now I’m back in some belly of the best
And all my monies on the girl in red
Neon flickering off those dancing shoes
Oh those dancing shoes make me dream of you
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023