Lyrics

Towers

Stooping men with small round caps

Ladies in white or big bold hats

Bearded worthies bowing low

Under tall white towers

 

Children stuck in stiff white collars

Listening to earnest scholars

Waiting for the music

Looking at the flowers

 

In the great cathedrals

Under big round domes

Before arks and statues

In our public homes

We put on our smiles

Pack away our wiles

Smarten up our styles

 

One day a week

One day a week

We get all meek

 

Fathers, brothers, sisters, mothers

Shaking hands with all the others

Fellow fellows bound together

In a sacred way

 

Bow their heads is saintly rows

Confident that heaven knows

When a humble servant

Knits his brows to pray

 

In the great cathedrals

Under big round domes

Before arks and statues

 

Now one little boy

Alone in his pew

One little boy

With nothing to do

Bored to death

With the hereafter

Looking up and stifling laughter

Spies a bird up by a rafter

 

That little bird

That tiny bird

That flits about

Unseen unheard

And wiser than

A boy should be

He sees that little bird

Once free

Is every bit

As trapped as he

All words and music by Dave Hall ©

Publisher: Row House Music   PRO: ASCAP