[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
Born of the cusp of a new century
My childhood was split in two
I grew up in the seam between the old world and the new
My teenagedom merged with a new era of quickening
Where the rate of change transported me from Red fields
To the dazzling bright lights of screens
Folkmosis is my story of a lost bairn
And her journey back to the carrying stream
But first to the rejection years
Where I’d rather have stuck a fork in my eye
Than to sing of the land
And the times gone by