When the worst come howling
When the congregations scowling
In the pews, daggers at you
Just think of the Great Miami
Washing Through the Church
And rest your head under the red
River Birch
As the waters rush through
The vestry, narthex and pews
Baptize the air that stilled in there
And let the breath of bird song
Light the weary eves
And rest your head under the red
birch trees
Hold me up, help me to stand
Walk me to that holy land
Where my God speaks
Words I can understand
I can understand
When the people claim to
Know what God wants from you
Feel their fear, hold it near
And see the humans under
The weight of the church
And rest your head under the red
River Birch
Hold me up, help me to stand
Walk me through that holy land
Where my God speaks
Words I can understand
I can understand
I can't bear to stay here
And I can't bear to leave
The stares fall down, batter my crown
I want to stand by god
But could he possibly stand here
In the hateful eyes that criticize
Hold me up, help me to stand
Walk me through that holy land
Where my God speaks
Words I can understand
Words I can understand
I can understand
When the worst come howling
When the congregations scowling
In the pews, daggers at you
Just think of the Great Miami
Washing Through the Church
And rest your head under the red
River Birch
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023