Sunday morning wake-up;
there’s a feeling of joy in my heart,
still I seek nothing
from my happiness being alone
Bells ring-out from a hilltop;
good vibrations surrounding,
God bless you and keep you,
may you find all your answers today
[CHORUS]
Mayflowers, stone towers, steeples sublime;
statues maintain static grace
Newspaper photographs trampled and torn,
procession soon taking place
A somber breeze blows in-mourning,
the sinful soul takes its fill
The preacher man makes his blessing;
may your hearts be free and fulfilled
[REFRAIN]
On salvation day .... sins to repay .... still on their way
Smiling faces; some greeting
Children playing, some crying;
a lone wave from a stranger,
someone close to your heart calls your name
Look for yourself; one must wonder
seeing only what lives in a dream,
you will surrender,
when you feel you have something to give