I love this song. So so so much. I love that it`s unaccompanied, I love how it showcases the voice and I love the lyrics.

Lyrics by Bronnie Taylor, music by Michael Head

I met a singer on the hill
He wore a tattered cloak
His cap was torn, his shoes were worn
And dreamily he spoke
fa la la la la la
fa la la la la la
A wrinkled face, a cheery smile
And a noby stick had he
His eyes were grey and far away
And as changeful as the sea
And as changeful as the sea
I offered him a piece of gold
And hope that he would stay
No word he spoke but shook his head
And smiled and went his way
fa la la la la la
fa la la la la la
I watched the singer down the hill
My eyes went following after
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter,
fa la la la la la
I thought I heard a fairy flute
And the sound of fairy laughter
fa la la la la la

Sora sings without instrumental backing on this song, once again showcasing her sublime talents. All too soon the music fades away and the listener is left with an eerie silence. However Sora’s voice is powerful and still echoes in the listeners head long after the album has ended. - Sara Hunt