DESCRIPTION:
Caroline Weeks' debut album, Songs for Edna (2009). A classically trained flautist and effortlessly self-taught multi-instrumentalist, Her songs are both powerful and at the same time fragile; and to hear Caroline sing is to witness English folk music tradition colliding with a contemporary stitching of everyone from Nico and Joni Mitchell to Kate Bush and Vashti Bunyan.

Edna St. Vincent Millay [1892--1950].

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.