We all in the Year of Sunday So many things are in for us Oh, a gift to be born in Sunday's beautiful way down here in the dusk
People, return to the tree of Oh, won't you hurry the presence is Down on our knees in the darkness of We'll the answers to all of our prayers
And everyday will be Sunday For you and me, how I pray, how I
God made a pact Abraham Never leave a man So, Abraham his family And brought his home
came Moses, gave the world a push Climbed upon a high He got the Ten from a burning bush And put together his tribe
Then came Jesus to Ridin' on His a dove The dove upon his said, he was the one The one to us how to love
Mohamed out in the desert sun Stayed out there as long as he could The maker gave him water from the river of And he gave us nationhood.
And time passed, soon the dark clouds and covered up Mohamed's sun But the young Bb, down in Persia Came to tell us of the one
Lo, the nightingale of Singeth the twig of the Tree of Eternity With holy and melodies Proclaiming to the sincere The tidings of the nearness of God Bah'u'llh, Bah'u'llh, Bah'u'llh,
We all in the Year of Sunday So things are in store for us Oh, a gift to be born in Sunday's beautiful light way down in the dusk
We all in the year of Sunday So many are in store for us Oh, a gift to be born in beautiful light way down here in the dusk