Peter, Paul & Mary - Hymn Lyrics
Sunday morning, very bright, I read your book by colored lightThat came in through the pretty window picture.I visited some houses where they said that you were livingAnd they talked a lot about youAnd they spoke about your giving.They passed a basket with some envelopes;I just had time to write a noteAnd all it said was I believe in you.Passing conversations where they mentioned your existenceAnd the fact that you had been replaced by your assistants.The discussion was theology,And when they smiled and turned to meAll that I could say was I believe in you.I visited your house again on christmas or thanksgivingAnd a balded man said you were dead,But the house would go on living.He recited poetry and as he saw me stand to leaveHe shook his head and said Id never find you.My mother used to dress me up,And while my dad was sleepingWe would walk down to your house without speaking.