He Sang - Peter Bradley Adams

Sunday morning on crowded road

I saw a man standing alone

He faced the mountains, his hands were raised

Like some prophet, his eyes in a blaze

Oh bring me the day

When the sun broke on his face

And he sang «glory»

And the sun would rise

He sang, «glory», with fire in his eyes

Above the engines and the shuffle of feet

His voice it carried over the trees

He sang for his children he sang for his home

And he sang for me though he didn’t know

Oh bring me the day

When the sun broke on his face

And he sang «glory»

And the sun would rise

He sang, «glory», with fire in his eyes