Sundays as a rule
Us kids went to Sunday school and
Mrs. Adler said
Angels stood round a bed to keep us safe from dark
Right through till day begun And we used to lie awake
Just to try and see one And though we never saw one anywhere
We heard them softly singing in the air
Sundays occasionally We were invited back for tea
And bread with jam and cream Made Sundays seem a dream
In the Dimjee Mission Hall Mrs. Adler praying
And down the street back home All our mates were playing
With Mrs. Adler's angels everywhere And
we thought we saw a halo in her hair
Sundays for sure Ain't like that anymore
It's getting hard for me To see her face in front of me
I wonder if her angels Have their arms around her curled
We're keeping her safe from life And guarding her from the world
On a summer Sunday evening Do I dare
To hear Mrs. Adler's angels in the air