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The Tallest Man On Earth - "Sagres"

Sleep

This song lives in the space between a knock and an open door.

It’s about the moment when words aren’t needed when a parent can see, just by looking, that something has changed. Not just a visit, but a return. Not just a man standing there, but a son who’s finally listening again.

When the Wind Remembers is less about memory and more about recognition. The wind doesn’t speak in sentences it moves through feeling, through instinct, through the kind of knowing that passes down long before it’s ever understood.

This song marks the quiet turning point of the story.
No speeches. No forgiveness required.
Just two souls recognizing that the path has led back home.

Some things don’t have to be said.
The wind remembers for us.

[Verse 1]
I hadn’t even knocked
The gravel still settling behind my feet
When the old front door creaked open
Like it somehow knew my heartbeat.

Dad stood there in the porch light
Hands steady, shoulders worn by years
And in the quiet between us
I felt my whole life disappear

[Pre-Chorus]
No words, no welcome home
No questions where I’d been
Just a father reading truth
Beneath my skin

[Chorus]
And he knew
Lord, he knew before I spoke a sound
He saw the man I’d carried
Finally putting all that weight down
In one look, he saw the road
That had twisted me too long
And he knew his son wasn’t just visiting
He was home
He was home

[Verse 2]
His eyes softened like he’d waited
Through a thousand silent nights
Like every prayer he whispered
Found its home in fading light

I tried to play it steady,
Like a grown man standing tall
But something in his knowing
Made the armor start to fall

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He didn’t say I missed you
He didn’t have to try
The wind itself fell quiet
When my father met my eyes

[Chorus]
And he knew
Lord, he knew what I couldn’t understand
That the land had called me back
long before my feet touched this land
In that doorway, in that twilight
In that breath between our bones
He knew his son wasn’t just visiting
He was home
He was home

[Bridge]
Maybe fathers see the truth
Before the world gives it a name
Maybe home is not a place
But the one who whispers who you’ve been

[Final Chorus]
And he knew
In the quiet where the past and present meet
He saw the boy he raised returning
In the man before his feet.
No speeches, no forgiveness
Just a heart that finally found its own

He knew his son wasn’t just visiting
He was home.
He was home.

My Fathers Doorway

Colony of Bees is Beta Radio’s first full length recording in over four years. It marks a subtle departure in style from their celebrated debut Seven Sisters – a record without label support and whose grassroots success was built largely on the back of internet radio stations Pandora and Spotify. The more layered and at times ethereal offerings on Colony Of Bees tread into new territory, but at the same time manage to effortlessly keep one foot firmly rooted in the Americana/folk arena that they have called home for many years.

Sitting Room

Written, recorded and produced by Hanging Valleys
Mixed and Mastered at Wayfarer Sound Studio
Artwork by Julien Loison

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