Two sisters born on the very same day
One as fair in face
As an unmarked snowfall would lay
Hair like golden lace
The other olive as a sun kissed skin
Eyes of charcoal grey
That envied the ocean in the eyes of her twin
Under her raven waves
As they grew one small and sweet
The other tall and brave
She still envied those golden curls
Under her raven waves
Two sisters wed on the same day
To a farmer and a priest
One as hard as the callous on a hand
The other soft as fleece
The farmers love was warm and strong
The priest just sought to save
But she still envied those golden curls
Under her raven waves
You never know the other side of the coin
Whose opposite you face
Milky skin and golden curls
Don’t fill a lonely day
Two sisters died on the very same night
Bent with time and age
One surrounded with children and light
The other on a narrow bed
As they flew one small and weak
The other tall and brave
She couldn’t envy those golden curls
When both their hair was grey
You never know the other side of the coin
Whose opposite you face
You cannot envy those golden curls
Under your raven waves
You cannot envy those golden curls
Under your raven waves
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