The Sacred Harp Sol

* Sol * * Double Springs Sacred Harp Singing is where voices blend in a harmonious accord We practiced a trio a harp to share Sherburne shape notes rise from the covered Time has flown as we reach the edge of town Little songs everywhere filling air so sweet jumping from the wagon feet hit the ground running ahead never missing a beat Picnic tables a woman holding her child A man nips he thinks no one is looking In church standing room only yet all smiles A flirt in church He’s on the wrong footing he keeps taping the woman on her toes Song leader takes center square grace bestows