Sadly one Sunday, I waited waited With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created I waited 'til like my heart were all broken flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of my was a bell that was tolling of Sundays
Then came the Sunday when you came to find me brought me to church and I left behind me My eyes would not see what I wanted love me The earth and the flowers of the lover above me The bell for me and the wind whispered 'never' But you I have loved and I bless forever Last of all Sundays