when I was seventeen I'd never kissed a girl
sleeping in a room of cold gray stone
I put my hand against the wall between me and the world
the chill seeped through my finger bones
I picked up my guitar and sang into the night
sad and low
the door opened and I looked up to see
my Black-eyed Susan come to me
the snow was ankle-deep her feet were soaking wet
she left her tracks across the concrete floor
she let me kiss her once and then she laughed and said
boy you'd better practice that some more
my Black-eyed Susan took me by the hand
and led me out into the snow
we ran around till we were both soaked to the skin
I never left her side again
the first time I got paid I bought a twenty-dollar ring
and asked her if she'd have half a man
she put it on her finger as if I'd been a king
and she the queen of some Egyptian land
my Black-eyed Susan took my hand
and never let it go
and any day I know I'll die a happy man
'cause she loves me so
we've been going on now close to twenty years
I ain't never bought her one nice dress
when I think of every time I've driven her to tears
I can't bear to look at my own face
my Black-eyed Susan takes my hand
and looks up with her angel's smile
she swears she never fancied any other man
the good Lord sent her me so I would not be damned
she makes me good for a while
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020