有些人守安息日去教堂——
而我,在家里守——
用一只長刺歌雀唱詩——
果園,就是穹頂——
有些人守安息日身穿白袍——
而我只佩戴翅膀——
沒有教堂的,鳴鐘,
我們的小司事——歌唱。
上帝傳道,他是知名的牧師——
這誡訓從來不長久,
我最終,沒有去天堂——
我一直在,行路。
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church—
I keep it, staying at Home—
With a Bobolink for a Chorister—
And an Orchard, for a Dome—
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice—
I just wear my Wings—
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton—sings.
God preaches, a noted Clergyman—
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last—
I’m going, all along.