I've called you brother
Though I've been less than one
I've called you sister
Though I can't remember your age
I've seen the ocean
Swelling huge and lying flat
I've seen the forest
Of my childhood painted black
The stars shine over the river tonight
Glowing like candles they're flowing down
I lie on this bed made of fine heather
With drops of dew gathering closer to
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020