Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews

 Atlanta, Georgia, USA
BandFolkAcoustic

A voice that's the perfect marriage of Alison Krauss purity and Patty Griffin soul.”

Biography

Her sound has been described as beautifully melancholy, heartbreakingly honest, the perfect marriage of Alison Krauss purity and Patty Griffin soul.

A displaced yankee, a full fledged cat lady, and an opera singer turned folk songwriter, Amy Andrews has received numerous awards and honors for her songwriting and what one audience member has deemed her ability to "transport" listeners with her performances, and befriend them with her unassuming wit, charm, and candor.

Amy has shared some of folk music's most respected stages and venues with musicians from Gregory Alan Isakov to Rose Cousins, Joseph Arthur to Catie Curtis, Rebecca Loebe to Glen Phillips, of Toad the Wet Sprocket, and more.

Ever the traveling musician, her calendar is full of performances outside of the south, with recent tours to the Pacific Northwest, Canada, and Alaska, for concerts and festivals in big cities, and long-forgotten gold rush towns.

Amy currently lives in Decatur, GA, but will always long for Chesapeake Bay.

Lyrics

Rest

Written By: A. Andrews

Rest your weary head upon my breast
Rest your tired eyes
Your mind has been racing for as long as you can recall
But don't you worry, I'll keep watch tonight

Oh, I never met no one like you
And I suspect I never will again
Oh, I never known a soul so true
I can hardly believe one exists

Rest your broken heart in my hands
Lay down your tired arms
Raised against their reckless use of words
But I won't let them cause you no more harm

Oh, I never met no one like you
And I suspect I never will again
Oh, I never known a soul so true
I can hardly believe one exists

I never had much cause for writing sweetly
Until you
I've a record of walking away
For fear that someone would beat me to it
But, oh, that was all before you
Oh, I've never known a soul more true

Lay your restless bones beneath our roof
Rest your body in my bed
I will guard you against bruise and reproof
And the actions of careless men

Oh, I never met no one like you
And I know I never will again
Oh, I've never known a soul so true
I can hardly believe you exist

Alone with You

Written By: Amy Andrews

I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can barely, I can barely
Bear it
‘cause I want to be with you
but you
you won’t hear it

so what will it take
for you to see
how good
I could be
To you

what might it take
to have you convinced
that if this ain’t love
I swear I don’t know what is

I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can barely, I can barely
Bear it
‘cause I want to be with you
but you
you won’t hear it

So what will it take
for you to be swayed
you give the word
I’ll fix it today

what might it take
for you to have faith
I only say what I mean
I only mean what I say

I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can barely, I can barely
Bear it
‘cause I want to be with you
but you
you won’t hear it

yet, mountains move
branches bend
big ol’ trees done been shaped by the wind

sea water shifts
with the moon’s permission

and you say that you love me,
yet you won’t let me in

I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can’t stand to be alone
With you
I can barely, I can barely
Bear it
‘cause I want to be with you
but you
you won’t hear it

(tag) and, baby, I’m singing this song to you…but you,
you won’t hear it.

Home

Written By: Amy Andrews

You feel like home
You feel like home to me
You feel like home
You feel like home to me

It hadn't felt safe to put my feet down
Nothing felt familiar in this two mile town
My days had been split
Looking for somewhere to try and fit
Longing for the way things once had been

Who'd of thought, in this place,
With the soil turned up to the heat of the day
And all the names done worn away
That I'd find hope here?

You feel like home
You feel like home to me, baby
You feel like home
You feel like home to me

There's no water here,
No breeze off the Chesapeake Bay
But they've got Sweetgum trees and heat
that goes for days

Watch the leaves change before autumn ever breaks
Sit beneath this old pine and soak up her shade

You feel like home
You feel like home to me
You feel like home
You feel like home to me