Sunday and Sister Jones Roberta Flack

[Verse 1]
It was early Sunday evening
Just before the death of day
All the family friends were grievin'
Reverend Jones just passed away
Sister Jones had seen it comin'
She was familiar with the signs
Late one night I heard her humming
While strollin' through the Georgia pines
She said "Lord, if you take him away, I don't wanna live!"

[Verse 2]
It was early Sunday morning
Just before the birth of day
I can hear the rooster crowing
Sister Jones knelt down and prayed:
She said, "Lord, he's slippin' through my fingers
Is death, is death the master of us all?"
She said, "Lord, I'm humble here before you
Just grant this life and don't let him fall."
She said "Lord, if you take him away
I don't wanna live another day."

[Bridge]
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
Oh-ho, hmm-hmm-hmm