Carmen McRae - Come Sunday | Текст песни

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• Carmen McRae
• Come Sunday

Oh Lord, dear Lord above,
God almighty, God of love,
Please, look down and see my people through.

Up and down till sunset
Men work hard all the day.
Come Sunday, oh come Sunday
That´s the day.

Often we'll feel weary,
But He knows our every care.
Go to Him in secret,
He will hear your every prayer.

He'll give peace and comfort
To every troubled mind,
Come Sunday, oh come Sunday.
That's the day.

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