i can tell when it’s been raining
i can taste it on the air
well inspired
held in check
and with that freedom wrang its neck
every heavenly body wept
and you just stared

the woods are old enough
the hills indeed have eyes
and we roam these bodied places
completely compromised

and no it won’t be long now
we’re forced to frame the door
faults and foils
deluge
drought
tunneled hints and banked accounts
toes are wet
bodies locked out
what’s at the core

the woods are old enough
the hills indeed have eyes
and we roam these bodied places
completely compromised

the wanderer as witness
airs wonders
bears our lore
what happens once we happen more
with everything we’ve seen before
we figure we’ll never know what we don’t look for

the woods are old enough
the hills indeed have eyes
and we roam these bodied places
completely compromised

the woods are old enough
the hills indeed have eyes still
we roam these bodied places
completely calm

written and performed by
Cordelia Hanford Foster

recorded live, mixed and mastered by
SEIKILO Ancient World Music

film crew
Nikolaos Koumartzis and Yiannis Karakatsianis

audio engineer
Evagoras Bekiaris