Listen to the track:
Verse 1
Brownhill Lane
Early light
Hedges still wet with dew
I pass the gate
Crooked rail
There’s something in the air here
Not mine
But known
Verse 2
Outside the old school
It’s quiet
But I swear I hear a piano
Just faint
Like a memory waiting for the bell
Verse 3
The ash tree still has its hollow
I check it without thinking
No kids jump out these days
But something watches
Not gone
Just folded in
Verse 4
Down on the beach
The tide is low
The rock pools shine
Just like they always have
And I see footprints
Not mine
But familiar
Bridge
This isn’t haunting
It’s not eerie
It’s kind
Like the land remembers
Who cared for it
And gives a bit of that back
To those who notice
Final Verse
I don’t know her voice
But I’ve heard her name
Vyvyen (Brendon)
And I reckon she’s still here
In the turn of a path
The hush of a field
The breath of the lane