Are you full of grace my lady?
Are you blessed among women?
You have time to figure out
You have time to figure out
I wrote you a song lately
While I was in pain and doubt
Hoping you’d hold me sweetly
After you heard me shout
Did you put your trust in me?
Did I prove you wrong?
Did I prove you wrong?
Like an election bill
With nowhere to cast a vote
A condescending friend uphill
I don’t see anymore
Winter sun is sinking slow
Seasonal winds blow each bird a song
Don’t you get tired
Of this bird you know?
For he only starts singing once he had flown
Do I bite the serpent’s tongue
Singing songs that have been sung?
Well who’s the sinner now?
Well who’s the sinner now?
Angels cast no shadow
When they bathe in the sun
In God’s green meadow
In the shade of your palm
Do you lie? Do you sin? Do you cower?
And do I care at all
If we’re on our own?
If I had the guts to ask you
Of the grudge you hold
While you’d talk I’d hold you
If only I was so bold
Winter sun is sinking slow
Seasonal winds blow each bird a song
Don’t you get tired
Of this bird you know?
For he only starts singing once he had flown
Was I wrong to make you talk
My broken winged little lark?
When I was out of honest words
When I was out of honest words
I never spoke your tongue
While I kept you in my heart
But I heard your songs you sang
In my ear with a rush of blood
In the deep of your riverbed
Is there a lot to love?
Are there lots of us you loved?
When I swim upstream
No day is ever done
When I fear I’d sink
I go on and hum
Winter sun is sinking slow
Seasonal winds blow each bird a song
Did you get tired
Of this bird you know?
For I am still singing and you had flown
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022
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