Father John (Remastered)

Slowly steals the dawn on a grey December way

Tired night has closed her eyes to say

"Oh let all the world be light

Each darkened room till I return"

Father John wakes early

Dons a faded robe, breathes a prayer

Then hurries where the air is cold

It's Sunday come round again

Maybe one face more or less in church today

Oh can't you see, Father John?

Oh can't you see, Father John?

Miss Pringle and Miss Prendergast

And George who does the brass are there

To say the words they've said for twenty years

And no one knows or cares

Safe in the security of things they see and want to be

Believing is a word for growing old

Oh can't you see, Father John?

No one seems to want your words of love anymore

Why can't you see, Father John?

Like the stained glass window fathers

In last September's cobwebs

God does not belong here anymore, anymore

Benediction said and done

The echoes die and silence fills the walls

(Slowly steals the night on a grey December way)

High above him on the wind

The rooks sail in the torn winter sky

Just an old man with frosted hair

Believing a dream of love

Father John

Father John

Father John