This is Julie Lee, whom I heard for the first time at a retreat in Texas a few weeks ago. The text of the song is an Emily Dickinson poem, and the mournfulness of the melody is beautiful alongside the poem’s longing and its fanciful images. (Click twice, and it will load in a separate page.)
My favorite line is “has it feet like waterlilies,” and my favorite line break is the one between “could I see it from the mountains” and “if I were as tall as they” — seeing from the mountains feels like, “Oh, yes, right” but then being as tall as the mountans! And standing on top of them — and from there, being able just to catch a glimpse of the place called morning.