Sara Jackson-Holman, a Portland Oregon native, was raised in the quiet town of Bend, Oregon. Her voice smoky and warm, she sings of the things that fill her head: dreams, the sea and sky and trees, belonging and loneliness and love, longing and forgetting and remembering.
Her songs are haunted by the unexpected fusion of the classically influenced piano, wistful strings, strange harmonies, and pop bent.
She fell in love with music at exactly the moment her seven-year-old fingers touched the keys of her family’s tired and old spinet piano Read Full BioSara Jackson-Holman, a Portland Oregon native, was raised in the quiet town of Bend, Oregon. Her voice smoky and warm, she sings of the things that fill her head: dreams, the sea and sky and trees, belonging and loneliness and love, longing and forgetting and remembering.
Her songs are haunted by the unexpected fusion of the classically influenced piano, wistful strings, strange harmonies, and pop bent.
She fell in love with music at exactly the moment her seven-year-old fingers touched the keys of her family’s tired and old spinet piano, and was inspired by composers such as Chopin, Scarlatti, Beethoven, Soler, Schumann, and Bach, and their passion and ability to connect with their audience generation after generation. Performing at countless recitals and competitions, she became a fine classical pianist. From an early age, Jackson-Holman was also in love with reading, beautiful words, good literature, metaphors, and poetry. And ever since she could speak, she loved to sing. In the March of 2008, she began to reconcile her love of piano, poetry, singing, and pop music, and became fascinated with this medium of communication that so happily married her favorite passions.
Her songs are haunted by the unexpected fusion of the classically influenced piano, wistful strings, strange harmonies, and pop bent.
She fell in love with music at exactly the moment her seven-year-old fingers touched the keys of her family’s tired and old spinet piano Read Full BioSara Jackson-Holman, a Portland Oregon native, was raised in the quiet town of Bend, Oregon. Her voice smoky and warm, she sings of the things that fill her head: dreams, the sea and sky and trees, belonging and loneliness and love, longing and forgetting and remembering.
Her songs are haunted by the unexpected fusion of the classically influenced piano, wistful strings, strange harmonies, and pop bent.
She fell in love with music at exactly the moment her seven-year-old fingers touched the keys of her family’s tired and old spinet piano, and was inspired by composers such as Chopin, Scarlatti, Beethoven, Soler, Schumann, and Bach, and their passion and ability to connect with their audience generation after generation. Performing at countless recitals and competitions, she became a fine classical pianist. From an early age, Jackson-Holman was also in love with reading, beautiful words, good literature, metaphors, and poetry. And ever since she could speak, she loved to sing. In the March of 2008, she began to reconcile her love of piano, poetry, singing, and pop music, and became fascinated with this medium of communication that so happily married her favorite passions.
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Come Back to Me
Sara Jackson-Holman Lyrics
I watched you fall into our life
I saw you swim to the other side
Come back, come back to me
The sky is tall as it is wide
And there you drifted like a kite
Come back, come back to me
Oh, come back to me
I felt the west wind's arms pulling
Overheard the lies that he told you
Come back, come back to me
I watched you step into a cage
I saw you try to fly away
Come back, come back to me
Oh, come back to me
When you left you took the hues from my world
The reds the yellows, the greys, the blues
I look out my window and listen for the door
For the sound of your footsteps on the muddy floor
You took the stars, you took the moon
You brought them back this afternoon
Came back, came back to me
Oh, you came back to me
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