We were never poor
We found gold as easy as our feet would find the floor
While neighbors bled and borrowed on the other side of doors
But we were never poor
So we bathed ourselves in wine
We drank poison when our conversations couldn’t pass the time
Our hearts were far from God but we felt fine
Because we bathed ourselves in wine
But if I’m so blind, how did I find that speck in your eye?
I guess I’m fine.
We dug our own graves
We scoured the world for sinners’ souls that heroically we’d save
We tried to give you swimming lessons though we were drowning in the lake
I’d call that digging your own grave
If I’m so blind, how did I find that speck in your eye?
I guess I’m fine.
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020