Songs to Set These Hills on Fire

by Quiet in the Land

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released April 17, 2014

Cover art by Meg Harder.

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Quiet in the Land Kitchener, Ontario

Quiet in the Land weaves together Appalachian, Maritime, and Americana traditions to create original contemporary folk music. Guitarist and mandolinist Dan Root and fiddler Laura Enns blend thoughtful lyrics and warm harmonies with spirited instrumental arrangements to compose songs that celebrate community music-making, everyday spirituality, and lives tied to the land. ... more

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Track Name: Georgia
You were born a vagabond the sun was in your eyes
in the moonlight full in the sky
Silver spoon in your hand was the curse you swore you’d fight
But the waters all around you ran too high

Far from earthen figurines and lofty power lines
Left the wind-swept fields for a rhyme
Tilling in the earth until you hoped that you might find
Just a sliver of the truth that fled your mind

In Georgia that’s where the sun will rise
Unfolded, golden and still alive
That’s where you’ll find
Your wooden mind
Will bloom in the night
And your heart will be light

Over hills and under walls and far from city lights
You will leave no new trail, no new sign
Interstates and parking lots just leave them all behind
In the valleys you’ll cross the county lines

To Georgia that’s where the sun will rise
Unfolded golden and still alive
That’s where you’ll find
Your woolen eyes
Will find their new sight
In the dark of the night
And your heart will be light

The wind is just a passerby; the sun is but a light
But the hills and the valleys are alive
Listen to the whispers you’ll hear the warning signs
Let the river and the swallow be your guide

To Georgia that where the sun will rise
Unfolded, golden and still alive
That’s where you’ll find
Your crooked spine
Will stretch with a sigh
Your thoughts will be right
Your arms will be wide
And your heart will be light
Track Name: In the Water, In the Wine
High upon the hillside, low upon the sand
Before the dawn has broken, quiet in the land
O’er rocks and hills and thorny brush, across the turbid sea
It’s rising in you, now it’s rising up in me.

Lilting leaves and burning trees, the wilting willow cries
“How long until my home means something in your eyes”?
Twenty- thousand years and still our cold blood stains the sand
Oh brother, won’t you join me, tonight let’s take a stand.

Two at a time in the water in the wine
We will find our own in time in time
Keep my hallowed heart in mind

Laughing as the days go by, the gold begins to rust.
How long until we build a home that anyone can trust?
Jacks and Queens and charlatans, executives and thieves,
Oh sister won’t you take me away from such as these.

Two at a time in the water in the wine
We will find our own in time in time
Keep my hallowed heart in mind

Inside the grotto the air is still cold, but I won’t be going under alone.
Until the morning, we’ll sing the songs of old. Let us cast now asunder the load.

Forty days in Sodom was all that I could stand
Before my restless feet brought me back unto the land
Twenty years of living never taught me how to stand
Oh mother, lift me up, won’t you take my wretched hand

Two at a time in the water in the wine
We will find our own in time in time
Two at a time in the water in the wine
Keep my hallowed heart in mind
Track Name: Sunny Shores
Hang my coat, hang my coat on the door, on the door
Let the ice and snow from angry winds collect upon the floor
Long the road, long the road, journeyed home, journeyed home
And though sunny shores may call my name
They won’t see my shadow no more

Leave my boots, leave my boots on the floor, on the floor
Let those vile and cruel winds hammer down and founder at the door
Fill this hall, fill this hall by the morn, by the morn
And those blue blue waves and lonely nights
They won’t be my lot no more

And though the winding, summer paths they call
There’s not but trial and pain and cold for you out there in the snow
So turn away and open the vault again
And we’ll tell of all the things we’ve been
‘Till the fire of summer’s sign will rise again
Track Name: Nothing More to Living
Laughing voices from the woods out in the distance
The siren call of another summer night
A subtle calm invites the song, invites the mischief
Oh what prosperity, just to be alive

Bringing rest to bloody feet and dirty fingers,
Another well-worn day slips into the dark.
The breeze, its lifts the sounds of bugs and toads and crickets,
The frantic barking dog we left out in the barn

We made a song out of the boxes we were given
Keeping time with both my brothers in the grass
We knew in life there could be nothing more to living
We didn't know it’d be gone so fast.

Seeking stories in the stones across the river
The stinging weeds, the chilling pleasure of the pond
A game of hide-and-seek, with nothing for the winner,
Just endless summer days to dwell upon

We made a song out of the box that we were given
Keeping time with both my brothers in the grass
We knew in life there could be nothing more to living
We didn’t know it’d be gone so fast.

When you were a child, well you thought just like a child
And you laughed and you lied and you cried
Now you are a man and you've put it all behind you,
Oh whither now, the wonder in your eyes,
Oh whither now, the wonder in your eyes?

The days they change, the summer yields to throes of winter
The birds they flew away from turning leaves of fall.
We watched them change their tone, we watched them slowly wither
We chose to disregard the writing on the wall

We made a song out of the box that we were given
Keeping time with both my brothers in the grass
We knew in life there could be nothing more to living
We didn't know it’d be gone so fast.
Track Name: Blue Mountain Night
Blue mountain night, there’s a light now slowly faded
Over greens, roots and rinds, over fruit of Eden’s vine
Over lovers in the folds, over water running ageless
So let our arms be open and our songs to set these hills on fire

Cold wind outside, there’s a supper on the table
And a gleam in your eye as your story still unwinds
And it’s fine, yes its fine, though an oft’ repeated fable
Singin’ let our arms be open and our songs to set these hills on fire

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Though the pyre in the fold
Keeps on stirring through the ages
Burning every hard-wrought dream
To cinders in the fire
Still I won’t be inclined
To render my soul faithless
And shelter from the maelstrom in the mire,
No I, I will face the Devil with a lyre

Wind in the pines and the thrushes in the laurels
Sing the wild mountain thyme, grown around the bloomin’ vine,
Sing a song old as the time, old as all that’s gone before us
Singin’ let our arms be open and our songs to set these hills on fire

Tune, rhythm, rhyme, hear the ringing of the chorus
Now it rises like the tide, pressing on in steady time
And your troubles now our mine, brother hold the flame before
And let our arms be open and our songs to set these hills on fire.

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