There's an old letter tucked inside a Bible Neither one she has read Though every word speaks truth and revival All she sees is no return address
She was born on a Sunday morning With angels all around She was born on a Sunday morning Singin' the sweetest sound
Love's got a way of leavin' and sometimes too fast And honey, you're too young to understand Ya got his same blue eyes, the way he smiled and his last name Some things don't always work out how ya plan But you should know
You were born on a Sunday morning With angels all around You were born on a Sunday morning Singin' the sweetest sound
And she needs to find forgiveness, ah yeah Know why he ain't around There's a letter in a Bible That can free her now Oh save her now
'Cause you were born on a Sunday morning With angels all around You were born on a Sunday morning Singin' the sweetest sound
She was born on a Sunday morning With angels all around She was born on a Sunday morning Singin' the sweetest soundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
