I will breathe the smell of the barns
and peace for those who will be there and for the bakers
I will be rain and you will be rain
my eyes will clear up
and the snowfields will bloom
we will learn to walk
holding hands together to walk
Sunday.
I will wait for the wineries to open
the bigger I will seem to you and you will be the bigger you will be
night and distances will bring us closer together
from the top of a diamond sky
our eyes will see
soldiers and brides passing together
dancing slowly, slowly against the light
multiplying our voice
soldiers and wives holding hands together
Sunday, Sunday.
passing together soldiers and wives
dancing softly, softly against the light
multiplying our voice
passing in peace soldiers and brides
Sunday.