Olivia Chaney - House on a Hill

In this house on a hill

Where I've come to see what is real

All I find is illusion.

Urgently she sees Spring grow

Build to a stream on it flows

Till Autumn falls, golden

Leaves her silent, scolded.

Men nearby drain fields

Hopeful for all they yield

Not wond'ring why the days end

With the sun in the West.

At night, I hang from the ledge

By moon, by Pleiades

In all the shining mystery.

In this house on a hill

Where I've come to need less

And many more will.

      Olivia Chaney was born in Florence, Italy, and grew up in Oxford, England, studying composition, piano and voice. Early influences include her father's record collections and his own renditions of early blues and '60s folk songwriters such as Bob Dylan, Fairport Convention and Bert Jansch.

      The song is a haunting folk meditation on memory, desire, and emotional distance. Her voice reminds Anne Briggs. Built with gentle piano fingers, the track unfolds with quiet intensity. The lyrics sketch an image of longing centred on an old country house, symbolizing unattainable love and isolation.