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
Singing the sweetest sound
Love's gotta 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 you plan
But you should know
You were born on a Sunday Morning
With angels all around
You was born on a Sunday morning
Singing the sweetest sound
And she needs to find forgiveness, ah yeah
and 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
Singing the sweetest sound
She was born on a Sunday Morning
With angels all around
She was born on a Sunday morning
Singing the sweetest sound
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