Sunday Morning Lyrics

I remember Christ hanging on the wall

Reverend Bronner's alter call

Charley's saxophone

Marion always came alone

Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile

Communion up and down the aisle

And everyone loved to sing

On Sunday morning

Those four stucco walls

Held the secrets of salvation

For a tiny congregation

And a boy just barely ten

I can recall

It was a holy ghost revival

My shiny golden Bible

Was a wonder to me then

There was no hymn

In that big fat Baptist hymnal

That we hadn't a dozen times

In four part harmony

That willow tree

Where me and Nathan hid out

Tried our first cigarette

And prayed forgiveness on our knees

I remember Christ hanging on the wall

Reverend Bronner's alter call

Charley's saxophone

Marion always came alone

Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile

Communion up and down the aisle

And everyone loved to sing

On Sunday morning

Now the years unwind

As the stain glass has been lifted

Everyone has drifted

To other parts unknown

But in my mind

There's a little congregation

Who could pray for my salvation

With a love I've never known

I remember Christ hanging on the wall

Reverend Bronner's alter call

Charley's saxophone

Marion always came alone

Mrs. Bronner's Sunday smile

Communion up and down the aisle

And everyone loved to sing

On Sunday morning

Sunday morning

Sunday morning