Just found it, after it was played last night on BBC2's Digging For Britain (Ep 2/6) - Along with some other Johnny Flynn / Robert Macfarlane songs like Coins For The Eyes
Love never dies, but sometimes it hides Behind the shrubbery, behind the wall. In the dark its hard to find Behind the curtain where Covies lurk Behind the blind. It may be short, it may be tall In parlour, bedroom, hall. Oh who can see when lights are out? Candles are poor when lightening strikes. Fragile yet strong its built to last Subject to gales and stormy blasts Weather changes every day Yet love the elements turns away. The storm blasted tree Which on the headland didn't choose to be Bends windward, pliant, supplicant, Submissive to the force it can't control A natural love to nature's power. So we like trees bend and adapt, Pleasing to this, pleasing to that, Trying and failing, struggling and failing To try to express the inexpressible fact That without love we wither and die Yet discovered the secret is so hard to live by. Love never dies but sometimes it hides. Hard-hearted humans hark to the call Aspire to be loving or nothing at all.
What's not to love about Johnny Flynn's music? It is timeless, people will be listening to it many years from now.
Johnny has such a unique style that I've not heard before love this song of his
Some day ppl will find this lost song, I hope
Just found it, after it was played last night on BBC2's Digging For Britain (Ep 2/6)
- Along with some other Johnny Flynn / Robert Macfarlane songs like Coins For The Eyes
These vocals are so atmospheric!
Love never dies, but sometimes it hides
Behind the shrubbery, behind the wall.
In the dark its hard to find
Behind the curtain where Covies lurk
Behind the blind.
It may be short, it may be tall
In parlour, bedroom, hall.
Oh who can see when lights are out?
Candles are poor when lightening strikes.
Fragile yet strong its built to last
Subject to gales and stormy blasts
Weather changes every day
Yet love the elements turns away.
The storm blasted tree
Which on the headland didn't choose to be
Bends windward, pliant, supplicant,
Submissive to the force it can't control
A natural love to nature's power.
So we like trees bend and adapt,
Pleasing to this, pleasing to that,
Trying and failing, struggling and failing
To try to express the inexpressible fact
That without love we wither and die
Yet discovered the secret is so hard to live by.
Love never dies but sometimes it hides.
Hard-hearted humans hark to the call
Aspire to be loving or nothing at all.
who wrote that?
Beautiful ❤️
Bellissima
I like this very much
Dope
Lovely my Lovely.🙏.
Lovely 👍
Nick and Franky 💝
Frankie n Johnny
"put me down lord put me down"
Detectorists music
Dickie