有些人守安息日去教堂——
而我，在家里守——
用一只长刺歌雀唱诗——
果园，就是穹顶——
有些人守安息日身穿白袍——
而我只佩戴翅膀——
没有教堂的，鸣钟，
我们的小司事——歌唱。
上帝传道，他是知名的牧师——
这诫训从来不长久，
我最终，没有去天堂——
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.