Hannah Batley – Star or an Angel (and more)

Hannah Batley

Orono, Maine

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Hannah Batley re-lives moments of affection and inspiration from a family friend.
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.
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.
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.
Hannah Batley – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
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
A documentary song collaboration with Hannah Batley and Rush DeNooyer
Vocal: Hannah Batley
Harmony: Meredith Batley
Guitar: Malcolm Brooks
Cello: Nora Willauer
Violin: Sophie Davis
Viola: Nathan Hillman

Star or an Angel

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

Dancing at Home

Hannah Batley of Orono, Maine, longs for an evening of quiet romance rather than a night on the town. Dancing at Home was Hannah’s birthday song for Jason Bolton. He was her fiancé and is now her husband.
You’re flying around the country
Sitting in airports
Thinking of me
And I’m at home alone counting the days
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
You’re living out of a suitcase
Getting some rest
Feeling your best
And I’m at home alone counting the days
Till we’re dancing, dancing…
You’ll sing me some Sinatra
Hold me near
Call me dear
How do I love thee?
I want to talk about unimportant things
And leave the world behind
Let’s just stay young at heart
Just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
We’re just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home