Sunday and Sister Jones - Roberta Flack

It was early Sunday evening

Just before the death of day

All the family friends were grievin'

Rev. 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 want to live!»

It was early Sunday morning

Just before the birth of day

I can hear the rooster crowing

Sister Jones knelt down and prayed:

«Lord, he’s slippin' through my fingers

Is death the master of us all?

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 want to live another day.»

Later on that Sunday evening

Just before the midnight dawn

Sister Jones was heavy breathin'

I still hear her mournin' song

Life was cryin' from her body

Like water from a dryin' well

Well I heard her whisper «Thank you, Jesus»

Just before the midnight bell

Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live

Sister Jones was taken away, she did not live another day

Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live

Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live another day