A long drive through the country watchin' leaves fall from the trees
Cracklin fire and popcorn on a snowy winter's eve
In the spring a porch swing with my loved ones gathered round
Summer shade with lemonade until the sun goes down

Sundays are made for times like these
Sunday morning worship and time with the family
A day to rest, a day to love with no place you've gotta be
Sundays are made for these

Leavin' calls unanswered, leavin' e-mails unreturned
Today just makin' memories is my number one concern
Cause weeks fly by and soon you'll find you can't go back again
So let's go walkin hand and hand 'cause I believe God meant that
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I keep thinking about the one day
In my home up in the air
Every day will be Sunday over there
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