I don't usually go for folksy stuff, but I really like this song. It gives me the chills.:
She Cries Your Name by Beth Orton
Falling from the west an' so to find yourselves alone again,
Wondering where you have been,
Your lonely voice calls across the starlit coast,
Reaching out to be seen.
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Cut beneath the surface screen of what we say and what we seem,
Is a trick to be seen,
She keeps crying out your name,
But her screams sound the same,
How fickle fate can be.
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
Birds that scream for territory can learn to sing euphorically,
Give him time an' he's real,
And theres a wasteland in your soul the burned out trees will leave you cold,
Living out an ideal.
She cries your name,
Three times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
She cries your name,
Twelve times again,
She cries your name,
How long can this love remain.
