Another Sunday morning, another time to pray A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away Another sermon, another hymn to sing And on her hand a golden ring
On across the silent streets and to the church they came Sheltered by the heavy walls and painted windows stained Listenin' to the wisdom of the words the Bible told And on her hand a ring of gold
Then the crackle and that clatter and the crinkle of the glass Fell upon the people from the power of blast The face of Jesus was crumbled into sand Nearby the gold ring on her hand
Then a scream tore through the morning air and carried down the street Rage tore the hearts of men who leaped up to their feet Old men grew hard and the young men grew cold And on her hand a ring of gold
Then the speeches of the sorrow flowed into the town And while the men were talking two more children were shot down For that's the way when the law don't mean a thing And on her hand a golden ring
More than pity, more than anger, can you feel what has been done When hate can reach inside a church and mark the very young The young will bear the scars when they're growing in this land Rememberin' the gold ring on her hand
Another Sunday morning, another time to pray A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away Another sermon, another hymn to sing And on her hand a golden ringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
