Some Sunday Mornings

I'm the bells of St. Mary's

The dharma singing

The moon and the ocean

The dust between them

Like a halo, of a broken chain

There's a smoke ring, that still remains

On some, Sunday mornings

Without, without a warning

From a sky rise, on the south side

To St.Mary's

Stumbling

I will love you,

I will love you, just the same

I am the pattern on your painting

The smoke you breathe in

I am the waves when they're breaking

The heart-beat just beating

I'm a player-piano playing

I'm a singer, and now I'm singing

On some Sunday mornings

Without, without a warning

From a sky rise, on the south side

To St.Mary's

And back again

I will love you,

I will love you, just the same