Sunday morning on crowded road
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I saw a man standing alone
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He faced the mountains, his hands were raised
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Like some prophet, his eyes in a blaze
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Oh bring me the day
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When the sun broke on his face
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And he sang "glory"
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And the sun would rise
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He sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes
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Above the engines and the shuffle of feet
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His voice it carried over the trees
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He sang for his children he sang for his home
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And he sang for me though he didn't know
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Oh bring me the day
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When the sun broke on his face
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And he sang "glory"
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And the sun would rise
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He sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes
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He Sang
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Peter Bradley Adams |