Come Sunday - Donna McElroy

Lord dear Lord I’ve loved

God almighty, God up above

Please, look down and see my people through

God dear God I’ve loved

God almighty, God up above

Please, look down and see my people through

I believe the sun and moon

Will shine up in the sky

When the day is grey

I know it´s just clouds passing by

He´ll give peace and comfort

To every troubled mind

Come Sunday, oh come Sunday

That´s the day

Often we feel weary

But he knows our every care

Go to him in secret

He will hear every prayer

Lilies on the valley

They neither toll nor spin

And flowers bloom in spring

And birds sing

Up from dawn till sunset

Man work hard all the day

Come Sunday, oh come Sunday

That´s the day