v1 There’s a bird upon my window without his winter song. My time is but a ripple on this dreary pond. Hope and love are fading, the gift of life returned. The hand of God is waving, he’s not the least concerned that Sunday's gone. sunday's gone solo v2 there’s people walking slowly towards a bitter end. we think we are all-knowing, we’re just trying to pretend, there may be something better in a better place, So we go on hating, praying just in case. solo 2 Birds fly past my window without a summer song. My calendar says Sunday was it Monday all along? Death is drawing closer, and still I find no peace. God just shrugs his shoulders I guess I'll die here on my knees.... Father why'd you go away and leave me all alone? I can't stand, I lost everything my wife, my kids, my home. I closed my eyes on Saturday I awoke to something wrong, Sunday's gone repeat x 10 (spoken) "our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdome come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses, just as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, the glory, for ever and ever...amen. (Gospel) amen amen amen.
