In a dream, a little bird spoke to me
He spoke of a recent tragedy
The sticks and leaves he'd lovingly selected
Were blown away on an icy breeze


We can sense a winter storm blowing in
Dark, angry clouds ahead
We hope these nuts and seeds we've been hiding
Will be enough to keep us fed


And it's true, in this false spring
We must begin anew, again and again and again


I've reached my peak a little too early
There's frost forming on my leaves
Any blossoms of divine inspiration
Have blown away on an icy breeze

False Spring (Demo)

Indie folk singer-songwriter.
Demos recorded with my little home office setup.
Thanks for listening!

False Spring (Demo)

Borchery