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Sunday comes, Sunday goes
But whatever day folds,
I'll always be yours.

Sunday is calm, Sunday is swift
and Pleseant as a pecan pumkin pie twist.
Through all the confusion,
That crazy mist...
You'll always me my one and only wish!

Sunny Sunday day at church,
Sunny Sunday our.
Singing my praises to our God in Christ,
The true eternal father.
I sit as I worship,
And I can feel you worshipping too...
In spirit near me, beside me
Though thousands of miles apart.

Sun rise, Sun down
But on Sunday it's bright all day round.
Filled with fun, filled with joy
I screem 'Chips A-Hoy!'
As my noodle bunny comes near,
I know it has to me Sunday coming here.

I past days,
Sundays always filled with warm sunny days,
And alot of fishing and relaxin'.
Momma cookin' up a Heavenly Storm
in the kitchen,
While my dad watches T.V. and sleeps like he's on a mission called
'Operation Relaxation'.

Now in times change,
Sundays fill more than most can fill.
I be a missin' my Jenni,
She be my one and only honey!

Sometimes in an afternoon wize,
I find myself disapearing in the misty clouds.
in an Airline ticket to and from
my only desitnation,
'Destination to my Jenni!'

All on that Sunday tear,
In route out of Sunday's Sun sight
And my honey's hug tight.

All on a Sunday,
This appears.

I just pray and look forward to Sunday everyday,
When my Jennifer by here,
Or I be over there.

All on a Sunday my dear.
That's when I know it's Sunday!