Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning Oh Lord my heart sinks low, when I can’t go Nothing sadder than this Sunday morning With no church bells, and no Sunday singing Oh Lord I pray forgive the debt I owe Oh Lord dry all my tears, stop my weeping Oh Lord my heart sinks low, when I can’t go Nothing sadder than this Sunday morning I wish I could be there; my heart you know Ask them to pray for me as they’re praying Look down dear Lord I pray on me below Oh Lord my heart sinks low, when I can’t go Nothing sadder than this... Sign in to see full entry.