Every Sunday Sky - The Autumns

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