Words and music by Hugh Morrison, copyright 2020, Dun Eistein Productions, SESAC
lyrics
My Molly
My story's no different than many I know,
Leave the land of your birth in search of the gold,
But leaving is hard when you left her behind,
Your one true love like no other you’ll find.
So I’ll row, row, row my way home,
And pray to God my Molly’s alone,
And if she’s not alone I’ll continue to roam,
And never return to the shores I call home.
At night as I lay under the stars,
I dream of my Molly she’s never too far,
From the front of my mind my Molly remains,
My only wish is she feels the same.
So I’ll row, row, row my way home,
And pray to God my Molly’s alone,
And if she’s not alone I’ll continue to roam,
And never return to the shores I call home.
Sometimes we’ve no choice but to get up and go,
When the famine hits hard and the crops are no show,
But to leave my dear Molly is the hardest to do,
When you never know if she’ll remain true.
So I’ll row, row, row my way home,
And pray to God my Molly’s alone,
And if she’s not alone I’ll continue to roam,
And never return to the shores I call home.
With the wind at my back I took off to sea,
With a lump in my throat I could hardly breathe,
But all I know is when I return,
If Molly’s still there no longer I’ll yearn.
So I’ll row, row, row my way home,
And pray to God my Molly’s alone,
And if she’s all alone no longer I’ll roam,
And never leave the shores I call home,
And if she’s all alone no longer I’ll roam
And leave the shores I call home,
Never to leave the shores I call home.
Kansas City trio Flooding draw out the more mystical qualities of slowcore and noise rock for a heavy sound that's less stony than doom. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2023