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 sound
Sunday Morning Video (MV)
Performed By: A Thousand Horses
Length: 3:32
Written by: MICHAEL HOBBY, JOSEPH GRAHAM DELOACH, ZACHARY STEPHEN BROWN, BILL SATCHER, RICH ROBINSON
A Thousand Horses - Sunday Morning Lyrics
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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 sound
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 sound
Writer: MICHAEL HOBBY, JOSEPH GRAHAM DELOACH, ZACHARY STEPHEN BROWN, BILL SATCHER, RICH ROBINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.