Текст песни: Sunday Morning + перевод

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

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