Kitty Wells - Singing on Sunday lyrics
[Kitty Wells - Singing on Sunday lyrics]
A quiet little town with happy go people
Gatherin' after church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The week is over and the work is through
Going to church like the good folks do
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
This is God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The dogwood's blooming and the
Hills are green
The mockingbird is singing while
The church bells ring
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The sermon is over and we all gather round
A lot of hand shaking and
Dinner on the ground
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The week is over and this the day
We all go to church and give him pray
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
I miss a little church with
A little ole steeple
The old hometown and the kind hearted people
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The happiest hours that I've ever known
I spent 'em in the church
With the folks back home
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
This God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
Gatherin' after church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The week is over and the work is through
Going to church like the good folks do
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
This is God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The dogwood's blooming and the
Hills are green
The mockingbird is singing while
The church bells ring
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The sermon is over and we all gather round
A lot of hand shaking and
Dinner on the ground
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The week is over and this the day
We all go to church and give him pray
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
I miss a little church with
A little ole steeple
The old hometown and the kind hearted people
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
The happiest hours that I've ever known
I spent 'em in the church
With the folks back home
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday
This God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday