Lyrics Sister - William Fitzsimmons, Michael Flynn

Sister

I’m overwhelmed
She stopped in for a spell
I found her true
Like she had always knew
She visits me On Sunday afternoon
A firmament
I welcome to this room
Sister dressed in mourning hue
Fall to me sent of better rooms
Leave me in water colored plumes
And melodies
Traces of the girl that I once knew
In evening now
She shadowed in the grey
Her covenant
To slowly slip away