The Sacred Harp Fa

Fa * * Singing and plucking the strings of the heart the morning strums as horizons take wing We gather momentum the sacred harp The sun warms cold in trees little songs sing Answered prayers from the night before Longing to go but town is far away but thanking God that He opens the doors Still our home is sweet where we learn and play Blue skies do shine in through the wagon bow Me and the girls watch home into green blend Sis’s and I haven’t been to town since the snow a convention is there we’ve never been exited Pa says it’s like a church fair Double Springs Sacred Harp Singing is where