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Hillcrest

from Hillcrest to Here by Brea Robertson

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about

Hillcrest is the story of the farm owned by Brea's Grandparents. Bought as an empty piece of land, Jack and Val Brown built it into a hugely successful farm over the course of 60 years. Last year, it was sold, much to the sadness of the extended family. It was the gathering place for many years. Complete with the sounds of Australian birds and Jack and Val sharing their stories, this song will make you feel like you were there.

lyrics

Hillcres
Written by Brea Robertson



He’s by the fence humming peace to his herd
No soul to be seen, just him and the birds
The dry grass blows wild as he limps up the hill
Blessing sunburnt land over years he’s tilled

He sings..

On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below


Outside in the dark, I see a flickering light
Bouncing among pine trees on a cold winter’s night
That’s her with her children searching for new life
The bleating of a young one needing warmth to survive

She sings…

On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below

Best of all was a hot Christmas day
While the roast crackled, aunties laughed, cousins played
Cricket in the dust and Santa skidding on his bike
Those days on Hillcrest were the best of my life

We sing…

On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below


And now, tired, he lies in a bed far away
His body worn out from those hot working days
From nothing they sowed and sixty years they did reap
The memories of Nan and Pa in those fields I will keep

I’ll sing

On Hillcrest, the place where I call home
Our spirits run through long grass free to roam
Hideaway houses and bellowing souls
Perched high up on haystacks while the sun sinks below

credits

from Hillcrest to Here, track released April 28, 2018
Brea Robertson || Songwriter, Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
Amy Leigh || Resonator Guitar
Jessi Parker || Bass Guitar
Ralf Peter || Drums
Jack and Val Brown || Stories
Yuval Ackerman || Producer, Sound Engineer
Jimmy Rea || Mastering Engineer

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Brea Robertson Berlin, Germany

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Brea Robertson is an original singer songwriter from the mountains of Maleny, in the Hinterland of the Sunshine Coast. Brea's style fuses heartfelt soul with folk rhythms and bluesy tones. Her voice is the centre-piece of her songs, reaching from rich depths, to angelic heights, stirring the hearts of her listeners. ... more

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