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The cold came without warning,
The pale light that fell,
The winds that rose and carried hail
And journeyed south.

They came when their poor coats failed them
And the ground grew hard and held,
It made us draw into ourselves
And close the doors.

At a change of wind, the turn of season
All my strays blew in as I lay breathing.
While the world spun, my house was shaken
And the darkness gave, my troubles faded.

My company in shadow,
The scutter and flap,
The tiny hearts that pitter pat,
And chatter through the night.

But soon the day will come and
You’ll leave my hands to fly,
Your scattered flocks and broken homes
Tumble in the storms.

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from Clocks and Clones EP, released May 31, 2013

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The Sleeping Years London, UK

The Sleeping Years is the solo project for Dale Grundle, formerly of the Catchers.
‘We’re becoming Islands One by One’, showcases Dale’s exquisitely crafted, highly personal songs, influenced by the language and culture of Northern Ireland.

Guardian: ‘his voice breaks exquisitely between hope and despair in songs that the acoustic guitar was invented for’
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