Friday Hymn

Intro

Mm

Mm-hmm

Oh

Verse 1

Friday sky a steel-blue hymn

Savannah morning through the window thin

Harps unraveling a patient tune

I count the hours till the afternoon

Pre-Chorus

And the trumpet calls the street to rise

Every breath a small surprise

Chorus

Blue Savannah morning

Let the soft light pour

Harps and horns keep storming

Till I can't take no more

Blue Savannah morning

Wash my worries clean

Every hymn a warning

That I've got to be seen

Verse 2

I walked the market with my head hung low

The trumpet turned my sorrow to a show

Tympani in my heels on the stone

I found a rhythm I could call my own

Pre-Chorus

And the harpstrings hum like Sunday rain

Glory coming round again

Chorus

Blue Savannah morning

Let the soft light pour

Harps and horns keep storming

Till I can't take no more

Blue Savannah morning

Wash my worries clean

Every hymn a warning

That I've got to be seen

Bridge

Friday

Morning

Blue

Hold it like a prayer

Hold it till it's true

Friday

Morning

Blue

Chorus

Blue Savannah morning

Let the soft light pour

Harps and horns keep storming

Till I can't take no more

Blue Savannah morning

Wash my worries clean

Every hymn a warning

That I've got to be seen