The Garden

We should just die in each other’s arms, now. It will never be like this again.

It’s already changing in ways we can’t even know or understand.

So perfect now, but it’s only like this because were innocent… until now.

It’s true, there is fate.

Terrible fate.

Our fate is to taste the perfect fruit of the garden, then fall from grace.


The storm has raged and seethed and sung

And rent the air and left undone

The knots that tie both time and tide

With niceties now cast aside (like pauper's clothes)

Bruised, spent and fragrant lovers

Linger rapt in sweet repose

Autumn Lovers

Autumn leaves

Streetlight lamplit autumn coloured leaves
Rustle and huddle together
Scarlet cheeks shying away,
from the cool morning breeze's,
amorous advances

The skyline, streaked with cloud wisps,
awaits the hand of the sun,
to draw the signature of the day

  1. Canute was no Fool (acoustic) Bill Hunt 4:18
  2. Van Gogh Print (acoustic) Bill Hunt 4:34
  3. Torch Song (acoustic) Bill Hunt 2:46
  4. Everything is Going to Change (acoustic) Bill Hunt 4:32
  5. Your Move (acoustic) Bill Hunt 4:06
  6. Sea of Love (acoustic) Bill Hunt 3:28
  7. Bill Hunt - Sea of Love (from the album Upwey) Bill Hunt 4:20
  8. Bill Hunt - Song 55 (from the album Upwey) 4:10