Going South from self-titled by Jon Middleton

Go wandering off on a path that looks soft
The Leaves are all green on that grounds quite a scene
And the air it is warm as a tropical storm
And I'll wait in the woods for that old time again

Sitting out here and I'm twirling my hair
A feeling of dread slowly filling my head
And an old records on but its sounding all wrong
As a breeze starts to blow through my open window

As I go to get up a mountain erupts
And debris starts to fall on this island so small
Ashes and stone, I'm a man all alone
As the ground starts to glow, all the ash turns to snow

So out in the cold I do go very bold
And without many clothes my skin's getting frozen
I'm moving fast 'till I see you at last
And as clear as the day I am in it all the way

• Folk
• canadian folk
• chill
• hush folk
• indie folk
• new folk
• Victoria