Emily Dickinson - A Service of Song lyrics

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I keep it, staying at Home With a Bobolink for a Chorister And an Orchard, for a Dome Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice I just wear my Wings And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church Our little Sexton — sings God preaches, a noted Clergyman And the sermon is never long So instead of getting to Heaven, at least I'm going, all along