Encased in a cardboard wallet, the EP art shows Brea's Grandparents running down the beach while on holidays in 1981.
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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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