Down the mystic avenue I walk again

Remembering the days gone by

And I'm knocking with my heart

And all the girls walk by

In all their summer fashions

And the churchbells chime

On a summer Sunday afternoon



She gives me religion

She gives me religion



And the angel of imagination

Opened up my gate

She said come right in

I saw you knocking with your heart.



And the angel of imagination

She lit your fiery vision bright

Let your flame burn into the night

I saw you knocking with your heart



She gives me religion

She gives me religion

It's all right



And all the girls walk by

In all their summer fashions

And the churchbells chime

On a summer Sunday afternoon



It's all right

She gives me religion

I said she gives me religion

And I'm knocking and I'm knocking with my heart

And I'm knocking, knocking with my heart

And I'm knocking with my heart