Sunday

Outside the churchyard walls
I hear Sunday prayer
The answer and the calls
Echo through the air
Sermons begin
I don’t go in
Outside I hear
I reach for my guitar
Imagine where you are
And sing you
I sing you unto me
And you are there
Every note is sacred
Every word’s a little prayer
As the blackbird’s call
Or the last leaf’s fall
I reach for my guitar
Imagine where you are
And sing you
Outside I hear prayer
Outside I hear prayer
You are everywhere