When will the sky be as blue
As blue as it was then when we were up in Kerikeri
Driving up highway one
Winding road towards the sun
Row of skinny legs across the back
Leave the road use the beach
Pass sunken cars on nature’s street
Ninety miles of freedom in my eyes
Oh take me there
Orchards full of mandarins citrus in the air
Oh take me there
Embers rise like fireflies sea salt in my hair
When will the sky be as blue
As blue as it was then when we were up in Kerikeri
When will my heart be as free
As free as it was then
You and me in Kerikeri
Turkey hunting through the flax
Black gum boots brown dress pants
My father takes two birds with one stone
Sand shoes at the high-tide mark
Barefoot out across the flats
Dig for pipis at the water’s edge
Oh take me there
Orchards full of mandarins, sea salt in my hair
When will the sky be as blue
As blue as it was then when we were up in Kerikeri
When will my heart be as free
As free as it was then
You and me in Kerikeri
Irish singer-songwriter Sarah E. Cullen bares her heart over pastoral folk arrangements enshrouded in a dream-pop haze. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 29, 2021