Lyrics 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And the fact that You had been replaced by Your assistants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