Every Sunday morning she was passin’ by same time
On her way to church as I remember
Always wearing a worn out rain coat
Its colour lookin’ kind of grey
Looking kind of grave
But to me it looked fine in every way
Every day then I spent dreaming about her
And a week seemed so much longer at the time
Lord, she gave me such a brand new feeling
Burning deep inside
It made me wanna reach up in the sky
She was my, oh my, my lady
My, my Sunday morning lady
Her memory once will grow vague in my mind
But never she will quite vanish out of my
Out of my life
Many years have gone by
Many songs of love I’ve sung
Many of them now seem long forgotten
But there’s always a few left of ‘em
That we do remember well
On her way to church as I remember
Always wearing a worn out rain coat
Its colour lookin’ kind of grey
Looking kind of grave
But to me it looked fine in every way
Every day then I spent dreaming about her
And a week seemed so much longer at the time
Lord, she gave me such a brand new feeling
Burning deep inside
It made me wanna reach up in the sky
She was my, oh my, my lady
My, my Sunday morning lady
Her memory once will grow vague in my mind
But never she will quite vanish out of my
Out of my life
Many years have gone by
Many songs of love I’ve sung
Many of them now seem long forgotten
But there’s always a few left of ‘em
That we do remember well
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