Poe’s Ghost
Once upon a winter’s night reading by the firelight
I thought I heard a rapping tap tapping on my window
It was no raven was no crow
I picked up the book once more reading of the cold Lenore
I thought I heard a knock and a rattle at my kitchen door
It was no raven was no crow
Just the wind and nothing more
Death would be a welcome guest on such a lonely night as this
I would be a gracious host making tea for Poe’s ghost
I lay upon my sunken couch sleepy as the fire burned out
I thought I heard a footfall and a scuffle on my kitchen floor
It was no raven was no crow
Just the wind and nothing more
Death would be a welcome guest on such a lonely night as this
I would be a gracious host making tea for Poe’s ghost
As I slumbered off to sleep I swore that he was there with me
I thought I felt a settling like a sigh on the corner of my bed
It was no raven was no crow
Just the lonely ghost of Poe settling in to watch me sleep
I pray the Lord his soul to keep
Death would be a welcome guest on such a lonely night as this
I would be a gracious host making tea for Poe’s ghost
Once upon a winter’s night
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023