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
