Parson in his sermon, done oh! very well, He spoke of hypocrites, backsliders and infidels, He mentioned of St. Peter, who is writing the deeds we do And said when sliding back is untrue. He preached until his mind was a little overtaxed And knowing that bottle he had hid was the real old true facts.
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.
Leave me not dear just now, The words I solemnly vow. Without your care This world I fear, I’ll take a glass of little bubbles Then life will be full of troubles.
Your smiles have faded into frowns, Your eyes have lost their glow of brown, Your lips are numb, hides your teeth of pearl, Why lose this beauty, my little girl?
The roses in the garden, are drooping and dying Since they know of your tears and sighing, This puts a crape o’er the whole wide world Bring back this beauty, my little girl.
I listen to the birds when I’m alone And they have lost their silver tone; Sometimes they’re mute, and feathers all curled, There’s another beauty lost, my little girl.
Now the sun came up but refused to shine, It was lost from your presence and love divine, The clouds drifted by, fastly in a whirl, I want you and the sunshine, my little girl.
There was a day that was dear to me When we sailed across loves bright sea, There we saw only water, sky and love And this was a blessing from our God above But soon our boat ran into a snirl, And gone was our beauty, my little girl.
Has a miserable life As he sits and thinks from sun to sun, There he dreams of the lakes and dells Her poor heart just beats by spells. But when he’s back from those beautiful scenes She looks in his eyes and the love-light gleams.
Spring’s early blossoms Are sleeping in their grave, Oh! how the sun did shine, For their lives it tried to save.