Sunday morning on crowded road I saw a man standing alone he faced the mountains, his hands were raised like some prophet, his eyes in a blaze oh bring me the day when the sun broke on his face and he sang "glory" and the sun would rise he sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes above the engines and the shuffle of feet his voice it carried over the trees he sang for his children he sang for his home and he sang for me though he didn't know oh bring me the day when the sun broke on his face and he sang "glory" and the sun would rise he sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes