Sunday Morning - Strawbs

The stars begin to fade

The early morning mist is lifting

As he wakes with the silence still unbroken

The night has rolled away

The dawn is creeping through the window

As he rubs the shadows from his eyes

The sun begins to rise

To warm the room where he was sleeping

As he reads through the headlines of the papers

The dew is fading fast

As he is walking through the long grass

With church bell sounding in the tower

He waits inside the door

The clock strikes out the hour

He smiles pausing for a word as they arrive

Farmers with their wives

Children with their flowers

Ladies in their bright mid-summer clothes

The stained glass windows shine

The congregation kneels in silence

Then the organ and choir

Join the birds in the trees

As they sing their Sunday morning song