Hymn Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

Sunday morning, very bright 

I read Your book by colored light 

That came in through the pretty window picture 

I visited some houses 

Where they said that You were living 

And they talked a lot about You 

And they spoke about Your giving 

They passed a basket with some envelopes 

I just had time to write a note 

And all it said was I believe in You 

Passing conversations 

Where they mentioned Your existence 

And the fact that 

You had been replaced by Your assistants 

The discussion was theology 

And when they smiled and turned to me 

All that I could say was I believe in You 

I visited Your house again 

On Christmas or Thanksgiving 

And a balded man said You were dead 

But the house would go on living 

He recited poetry 

And as he saw me stand to leave 

He shook his head and said I'd never find You 

My mother used to dress me up 

And while my dad was sleeping 

We would walk down to Your house without speaking