On Sunday morning everyone will leave the house
dressed for the sunday service
and through the streets I used to know
they go, to meet their friends
and so they take the family seat
father prays so earnestly forgetting all around him
when Eleanor sings in the choir it's like a lark in summer

the sparrow sings the sparrow flies
with mighty wings he rises
as high as any other bird
he shall inherit all the earth
the sparrow sings the sparrow flies
with mighty wings he rises
as high as any other bird
he shall inherit all the earth

A wealth of silence will descend upon the town
in colours of the evening
the thought has troubled me before, I know
how long, I need a song to fill each moment
I had to find it out my way
they could no stop me leaving
and though they knew but could not say
they let me go believing

the sparrow sings the sparrow flies
with mighty wings he rises
as high as any other bird
he shall inherit all the earth
the sparrow sings the sparrow flies
with mighty wings he rises
as high as any other bird
he shall inherit all the earth

Through the blue and hazy drift of after two
a saxaphone is moaning
I rise and step into the cool night air

Thanks to bonnybluehare