On Sunday morning everyone will leave the house
Dressed for the Sunday service
And through the streets I used to know
They go, to meet their friends
And so they take the family seat
Father prays so earnestly
Forgetting all around him
When Eleanor sings in the choir
It's like a lark in summer

The sparrow sings, the sparrow flies
With mighty wings he reaches
As high as any other bird
He shall inherit all the earth

The sparrow sings, the sparrow flies
With mighty wings he reaches
As high as any other bird
He shall inherit all the earth

wealth of silence will descend upon the town
In colors of the evening
The thought has troubled me before
I know, alone, I need a sound to fill each moment
I had to find it out my way 
They couldn't stop me leaving
As though they knew, but could not say
They let me go, believing

The sparrow sings, the sparrow flies
With mighty wings he reaches
As high as any other bird
He shall inherit all the earth

The sparrow sings, the sparrow flies
With mighty wings he reaches
As high as any other bird
He shall inherit all the earth

Through the blue and hazy [drift of after two??]
saxophone is moaning
I rise and step into the cool night air