Autumns Every Sunday Sky
Slumber stills
she hears the angels sing
and drink the empty air
When the light of day
has laughed it's last
they sing 'til morning fair
As the whisper
of cathedral bells
cause the winds to stir
Children dance
and game the night away
angel voices purr
She searches
Every sunday
Every sunday sky
She seaches
Every sunday
Tears fill her eyes
Violets intertwined
in a garland from on high
adorn her bitter face
forming rings of golden grace
