Hymn - Peter, Paul and 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And the fact that You had been replaced by Your assistants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