Holding close to that little prayer book
All the way down the street
To
Those big arched doors
There
In Vincennes
Where
The congregation all dressed
In
Sundays best finest dresses
Polished
Shiny black shoes
Brass
Candle sticks lighting
Every
Row of pews
Little
Girls and boys all
Five
The Evans kids
Three boys two
Girls
Walked every Sunday
Morning
Their parents always
Stayed
At home
Wonder
What they did?