Sweet & Sorrow from Sweet & Sorrow by Catherine Ruth

I have met the wailing wind
Tumbling over and haunting my skin
Knotting my hair and carrying dust
Hear her mourn for us

She lifts my father, carries him home
Whispering courage, of which I have none
Blustery clinging to hillside and stone
Naming my losses one by one

The comfort of warmth
Only after the chill
Fight if I must, but I’ll have you know
I’d rather be still

Curled in a pocket
Small as a pea
Where I cannot be moved by a gust, or breeze
Or the last breath he breathed

But how it does reach me
Just see how I bleed
And yet it is well, and all shall be well
And all manner of thing shall be well

…

Sweet and sorrow on the windy brae
Hallelujah, dust to dust we pray
Fly me home to where the oceans roar
One day we’ll meet on God’s golden shore

It is well
With my soul
It is well
It is well, it is well with my soul

• Folk
• West Coast
• acoustic chill
• indie
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Vancouver