New song, listen here.
On that path down to the sea
Lies our weeping willow tree
Felled by neither rain nor wind
But man’s thin skin
Because it was free
Its branches sang
As wishes left the shore
So long old troubadour
On that path down to the sea
I asked her to marry me
Fate or worse came cutting in
Our thick and thin
Would never be free
I close my eyes
The waves crash through my door
I pray for nothing more