On Sunday Morn

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.