out, the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning
skin for skin Eye for eye and tooth for tooth Heart for heart and soul for soul Somebody said what is true Lock it up and close it down The sound of morning
Sunday morning, in the summertime Over worship we hurlers climb Over mountains, valleys deep Those bells are ringing around our feet "Come! Take this
songs of our gold and silver days Days filled with innocence and light Not a penny to our name We were happy just the same In our gold and silver days
lose my mind before the morning Hold me close and tell me that you still care Will you visit me on Sundays... Will you visit me on Sundays...
you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning, when the sky was gray? We filed out of the churchyard, so cold, it was silver To
Early Monday morning, more like Sunday night I saw three flashes tear across the sky It came without a warning, a second to react I let my wishes go too
and we'll all take a ride Wait for the wagon wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride Now it's every Sunday morning dear when
Window Protected by a silver spoon But now she sucks her thumb and wonders By the banks of her own lagoon Didn't anybody tell her? Didn't anybody see? Sunday
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn We found a room that rainy morning She took my hand
your mem'ry That you'll remember me Until the days of silver hair If not for you, I know I'd lose my mind before morning Hold me close and Tell me you
hiding out from the smoke and the rage Well, a lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up on Sunday morning, repent
to Z (Chorus) Well my mom called me up And she gave me my last warning Said there'll be hell to pay If I miss church this Sunday morning
law I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant family [II] Great screaming Christ Upsy-daisy Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning
morning Didn't have any bills to pay Just the silver dollars in his pocket And the ring upon his finger Ann Arbor Grandfather Early on a Sunday morning
like a violin I was yours was the face with a grace from a different age, woah You were the sun in my Sunday morning You were the sun in my Sunday morning
dream a highway back to you Hang overhead from all directions Radiation from the porcelain light Blind and blistered by the morning white I dream a highway back to you Sunday morning
