Hannah Batley


Hannah Batley

Orono, Maine

 
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Sunflower
Hannah Batley re-lives moments of affection and inspiration from a family friend.

Writers:
Hannah Batley – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Lady on the Radio
Session artists:
Hannah Batley – vocal
Nora Willauer – cello
Sophie Davis and Josie Davis – violins
Nathan Hillman – viola
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
Rush DeNooyer – piano
 
He would try to teach me how to point my toe.
I would point to my toe with my hand.
No one sat in his chair, ‘cause it was his chair,
But if you sat in his lap, he’d understand.
 
In his pocket he kept seeds from a sunflower,
‘Cause to him they showed the wonder of God.
He was amazed at how brown seeds turned to sunflowers.
Oh, that was my Papa Pod.
 
Chorus:
So hold me and sing to me songs
Of the sunflower with God in its seed.
Remind me life is beautiful.
Remind me of the sunflower,
That’s all I need.
 
Christmas eve, we would drive over to his house.
He would wait for us outside if there was snow.
He would aim at the car and throw a snowball.
It was a tradition all of his own.
 
Chorus
 
He was the best at breaking bread.
How he loved, he loved, he loved to bake bread.
 
There was a place that he called “The Tree Cathedral.”
It was a spot of woods in front of his house.
It was there that we all stood and spread his ashes.
It was there, it was there, it was there that never came out.
 
Chorus


Star or an Angel
Hannah Batley thought she was lost, slipping off into the margins, and then events suggested otherwise.

Writers:
Hannah Batley – story source, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Recording:
Hannah Batley – vocal, Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
 
The school was small and suffocating.
I lost my voice and couldn’t get it back,
And everyone knew everyone, and knew what everyone was up to.
I had sort of separated from the pack.
 
Spent the summer home with my parents,
Painting houses as a summer job.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go back to that school,
Or even if I wanted to at all.
 
I didn’t know where I was going,
But looking back it feels so clear.
But looking back there was someone showing me the way,
Yes, a star or an angel was here.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
 
So here I am, all grown up,
Not concerned with being the best,
Doing what I love, what I love, what I love to do,
And let the universe handle the rest.
 
But how could there possibly be
A star or an angel for me, for me?
For me, for me,
A star or an angel for me.


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