Come 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 A wealth of silence will descend upon the town in colors of the evening The thought has troubled me before I know how long I'll 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 they could not stay 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 drifts of after two a saxophone is moaning I rise and step into the cold night air