One more Sunday in Fort Washington,
Hear the whole creation shouting, “Praise the Lord!”
See them flinging out their palms
While the congregation says, “Amen.”

One more Sunday in Fort Washington
Here, the whole of creation shouting, “Praise the Lord!”
See them fling out their hands
While the congregations say, “Amen.”

Young folks, robed and in the choir
They sing merrily about the Golden Rule
Old folks, sitting in the congregation
They sing worshiping the Holy One

One more Sunday in Fort Washington,
Don’t you dare miss this sight to see,
Heads covered by crafty folds of lace
Men tailored in cuffs and ties

Its time for me to call on my mother,
while she sits there waiting from a word from the Lord
tears of joy fill her eyes

One more Sunday in Fort Washington,
Don’t you dare watch sports son,
A-men

Little one, ‘tending Sunday School
Learning about the Father’s Son
Old folks swaying, filled with the Holy Ghost, to the rhythm of that drum
They holler in the righteous way

Time for me to call my father,
while he sits wishing for his last reward

One more Sunday in Fort Washington,
One more Sunday in Maryland,
Same sights
same feelin’

Don’t you dare stay sleeping girl
A-men.