Sonny dresses in black, on his heart a white and gold cross
The sermon is like a wave that floods the crowd
Sara plays the organ, the fingers hit the old keys
Her closed eyes hide the guilty birth of sound

Through the night her sweat is blessed
By Sonny's mighty hands, when she flies
Around the pole the light is blinding
In the darkest seat a man is gonna lie

Sonny enchants the faithfuls, the open mouths are trembling
His glance is like a beam that burns the nave
Sara follows the words, the thought goes to her next son
And the organ sometimes is like a nest, sometimes a bane

Through the night her sweat is blessed
By Sonny's mighty hands, when she flies
Around the pole the light is blinding
In the darkest seat a man is gonna lie

Through the night her sweat is blessed
By Sonny's mighty hands, when she flies
Around the pole the light is blinding
In the darkest seat a man is gonna cry