Sausalito blue from 3Live@thePI by Fergus McNeill

Sausalito blue skies rise above a postcard scene
Spread upon the wildest waves, the broken mirror gleams
At black sands beach, the ravens weep, they know the play of time
Ancient trees there clear the air, so sweet above the brine

Sleeping Jesus, does not wake
Sleeping Jesus, here you wait

Cross the bridges, climb the hills, scan the urban sprawl
Tectonic shifts leave fault-lines like a scar that never heals
To bind the wound, they offer up the instrument you need
The treasure of another’s gift performs sweet surgery

Sleeping Jesus, barely stirs
Sleeping Jesus, not a word
When you tell against yourself, your fable almost false
When you feel the overwhelm, and fear the cause is lost
You fear the cause is lost

The sanctuary fills with silver; the people gather in
In Lafayette, you do your best to let the old bells ring
Since they have ears, these people hear, resounding hearts and minds
Across the ocean and this land, vocabulary find

Sleeping Jesus, keep the faith
Sleeping Jesus, gently wakes
When you tell against yourself, your fable almost true
When you feel the overwhelm, the stranger carries you
The stranger carries you
Becomes a friend that’s true

• Folk
• americana
• country-folk
• indie-folk
• scottish-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow