Sunday Morning

Am E/A E7 Am E/A E7 Am Dm The stars begin to fade E E7 Am C F The early morning mist is lifting Am G C E7 As he wakes with the silence still unbroken Am Dm The night has rolled away E E7 Am C F The dawn is creeping through the window Am E7 Am E7 As he rubs the shadows from his eyes Am Dm The sun begins to rise E E7 Am C F To warm the room where he was sleeping Am G C E7 As he reads through the headlines of the papers Am Dm The dew is fading fast E E7 Am C F As he is walking through the long grass Am E7 Am E7 With the church bell sounding in the tower Am Dm E E7 Am C F E7 Am E7 Am F He waits inside the door G C The clock strikes out the hour Dm Am E He smiles, pausing for a word as they arrive Am F Farmers with their wives G C Children with their flowers Dm Am E Ladies in their bright mid-summer clothes Am Dm The stained glass windows shine E E7 Am C F The congregation kneels in silence E7 F E Then the organ and choir Am C F Join the birds in the trees Am E7 Am As they sing their Sunday morning song Am E/A E7 Am E/A E7