Sunday Morning

歌詞

Cousins-Lambert The stars begin to fade The early morning mist is lifting As he wakes with the silence still unbroken The night has rolled away The dawn is creeping through the window As he rubs the shadows from his eyes The sun begins to rise To warm the room where he was sleeping As he reads through the headlines of the papers The dew is fading fast As he is walking through the long grass With church bell sounding in the tower He waits inside the door The clock strikes out the hour He smiles pausing for a word as they arrive. Farmers with their wives Children with their flowers Ladies in their bright mid-summer clothes The stained glass windows shine The congregation kneels in silence Then the organ and choir Join the birds in the trees As they sing their Sunday morning song