Sunday - Luka Bloom

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