  Long side de road Where my heart overflowed, From de moanen uv a dove While I’s dreamin’ uv yo love On Sunday morn. While I sit an thing uv yo, And de sun shines doun on de mistic’s dew, In dis beautiful place, I kin see yo sweet face On Sunday morn. I love to roam de putty wile wood, It reminds me uv our dearest childhood, To listen to de birds And music widout word On Sunday morn. Ef fate holds a day we’re to meet again To relieve my heart uv its aken pain, If it’s God’s decree I hope it will be On Sunday morn. |
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