Lyrics

Hope is the thing with feathers

that perches in the soul

Sings the tune without the words

and never stops at all

And sweetest in the gale is heard

and sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird 

that kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land

and on the strangest sea

Yet, never, in extremity

it asked a crumb of me

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Story

The recording process of the vocal tracks for the first album "Constellations" inspired and motivated me to continue exploring the back catalogue of Schonning music and I found more exciting tracks that 'called' for voice and words.

When time in the studio allowed I recorded some very basic vocals that were almost intuitive. I chose the more soft and quiet side of Schønning and this particular song was originally titled "Indigo Waltz" (from the album 'Palette' in 2016). The lyrics consist of the poem "Hope" by the American poet Emily Dickinson. Probably written around 1861.