Composed in 2008 after the homonymous poem, this 2020 remake digs deeper into the desperation and hopeless atmosphere the verses bring me into.


The miller's wife had waited long
The tea was cold, the fire was dead
And there might yet be nothing wrong
In how he went and what he said:

"There are no millers any more"

Was all that she had heard him say

And he had lingered at the door
So long it seemed like yesterday.

Sick with a fear that had no form

She knew that she was there at last

And in the mill, there was a warm
She knew that she was there at last
a mealy fragrance of the past.

What else there was would only seem

To say again what he had meant

And what was hanging from a beam
Would not have heeded where she went.

And if she thought it follow her,

She may have reasoned in the dark

That one way of the few there were

Would hide her and would leave no mark:

Black water, smooth above the weir
Like starry velvet in the night,

Though ruffled once, would soon appear

The same as ever to the sight.


from Past Is A Foreign Country, released April 10, 2019
Lyrics: Edwin Arlington Robinson
Music: Jordi Alhambra


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