As I walked under the apple tree,
A rosy fruit fell down.
As I walked under the apple tree,
It knocked off my gold crown.
Oh, if you could see me now,
Without my golden crown,
Oh, if you could see me now,
Without my velvet gown…
Oh river running through my heart
Is red as any blood,
And feet cannot be told apart
From roots buried in mud.
Star inside the apple fruit,
You hold the tiny key,
Go look inside your own red heart
And follow what you see…
As I walked under the apple tree,
A rosy fruit fell down.
As I walked under the apple tree,
It knocked off my gold crown.
Oh, if you could see me now,
Without my golden crown,
Oh, if you could see me now,
Without my velvet gown…
Oh river running through my heart
Is red as any blood,
And lips cannot be told apart
From roses new in bud.
Star inside the apple fruit,
You hold the tiny key,
Go look inside your own red heart
And from your masks be free…
Beyond the mask, the river flows,
Beyond the mask, wildflowers grow,
Beyond the mask, the heart it knows,
Beyond the mask, true power shows,
Oh it shows.
Ailsa Mair (known by some as The Fairytale Cellist) is a Singing Cellist, Viola da Gamba rebel, Songwriter, Composer and Improviser living in, mid-Wales.
This collaboration between the Italian guitarist and saxophonist leans into improvisation to create an alternative instrumental sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022