He Sang - Peter Bradley Adams

Sunday morning on crowded road 
I saw a man standing alone 
he faced the mountains, his hands were raised 
like some prophet, his eyes in a blaze 
oh bring me the day 
when the sun broke on his face 
and he sang "glory" 
and the sun would rise 
he sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes 

above the engines and the shuffle of feet 
his voice it carried over the trees 
he sang for his children he sang for his home 
and he sang for me though he didn't know 
oh bring me the day 
when the sun broke on his face 
and he sang "glory" 
and the sun would rise 
he sang, "glory", with fire in his eyes