No Ordinary Sunday

Wear a fresh pressed suit, dear
And shine your best Sunday shoes
Keep your hair smoothed down, dear
And splash some nice cologne behind your ears

You will have to hold your sister's hand
You will have to help your daddy stand

This is no ordinary Sunday
You'll have to tie your own tie today
I will be through all my suffering
And you will be through all your waiting

The church will seem smaller
Now that you've grown to be so tall
And those hymns will sound softer
With one less voice to sing along

You will have to lift me into the ground
You will have to throw my roses down

This is no ordinary Sunday
You'll have to tie your own tie today
I will be through all my suffering
And you will be through all your waiting

This is no ordinary Sunday
You'll have to tie your own tie today
And you will have to hold your sister's hand
And you will have to help your daddy stand
Yes you will have to help your daddy stand



Credits
Writer(s): Joanna James
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