With a few performances on TV lately and word that their new album is fast approaching, I've been getting excited about The Avett Brothers again lately. I've waxed eloquent on several previous occasions about the boys, and even posted a song with a month in the title before. So I'll spare you the rehash of all that, and present you with this sweet, simple love song:
(live)
(album)
"And I was sick with heartache
And she was sick like Audrey Hepburn when I met her...
…no longer does it matter what circumstances we were born in
She knows which birds are singin'
And the names of the trees where they're performin' in the mornin'…"
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