James McNeill

James McNeill

BandFolkAcoustic

The songs of James McNeill takes you to that lush harmonic oasis of renewal. His mastery of the bleak empowers his mastery of the beautiful, the perfect.

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Lyrics

Stormy on Sunday

Written By: James McNeill

There’s a little angel curled up in my bed
She controls the weather inside my head
It’s stormy on Sunday
We can sleep in

She wraps her wings around me
They’re so downy and fine
We talk about the weather
We talk of the divine

It’s stormy on Sunday
And we can sleep in

When we’re done through talking
She rolls all the dark clouds away
We stroll along the foreshore
She sings up a perfect day…

And I’m here with you
My Angel,
I’m walking with you

A butterfly, a caterpillar on the wall
They’re writing something down
Don’t know what it’s for

It must be love,
It’s love or nothing at all

I see her tending flowers
In the fields of Verdun
Mi Lai,
Nagasaki,
Hiroshima’s sun

She shows me where the flowers grow
The seeds of love they always know
They are calling; they’re always calling for love
We are calling; we’re always falling for love

CHORUS
Love is a fire on a cold dark night
Love is my woman I’m holding tight
Love is my child I hold in my arms
Love is letting go when I’m strong enough
Love is the moon and the stars and the light
Love is that I know you’ll be home tonight

There’s a funny river
Running through my head
Takes me to her ocean,
It takes me to her bed

Sometimes I’m all out at sea
And I wonder where she can be

I see her in the lighthouse
She’s my ride to the shore
She shines her light upon me
Shows me what that’s for

To know that I’m never alone
To know that I'l always be home
When it’s raining or stormy on a Sunday morn
I’ll be falling; I’ll be falling in love

CHORUS
Love is a fire on a cold dark night
Love is my woman I’m holding tight
Love is my child I hold in my arms
Love is letting go when I’m strong enough
Love is the moon and the stars and the light
Love is that I know you’ll be home tonight

Love is a calling, I just can’t ignore
It’s got to be love or nothing at all

There’s a little angel curled up in my bed
She controls the weather inside my head
It’s stormy on Sunday,
We can sleep in
When it’s stormy
I know
There’ll be a sunny afternoon
And I’ll go walking

Walking with you...