Eliza Lynn




PO BOX 202

Elsah, IL  62028







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Indian Shore

Eliza Lynn
Eliza Lynn


Eliza Lynn – vocals and banjo

Hannah Fisher – fiddle

Sorren Maclean – guitar

Gordon Maclean – bass

Danny Grant – drums


Make a mess of mine, I’ll make a mess of yours

We’ll throw it all away on the Indian Shore

Lake and lovers do lap and leap adore

Throw it all away on the Indian Shore


Hush your silent cry, slam it in the door

And throw it all away on the Indian Shore

Paint your lips with gold and pinch my cheeks of rose

Then throw it all away on the Indian Shore



Then grace comes again

And moves you to the left

Moves me to the right

Sweeps us both away

In the indigo night


Sliding on the stones, stepping in the sky

Loosening my load, lost in reasons why

How I stumble down, how I steal what isn’t mine

How I think I know what God has in mind



The rooftop sweats and leaves forget to make shade

The dust it plays in shocks of white

I don’t blink my breath is held in your eye

I don’t breathe cause I just might


Thoughts I shouldn’t have, loves I shouldn’t love

Lost into the waves and the shadows up above

Here I’ll lay ‘em down, here I’ll let ‘em go

To the waves and to the gulls on the Indian Shore