Before that Sunday morning
paper hits our driveway,
Angel and I are traveling
some old scenic byway.
Look in the backseat,
our little sleepyheads
still dream of yesterday.
Soon they'll wake up smiling,
cause it's Angel's Sunday.
Angel and I sit closer than a pair of lovers
We share a cup of coffee
sweetened by her love words
Here comes the sunshine,
the joys of our life
For Aaron to run and play
My, the happiness they add
to Angel's Sunday
Sure, I could still be a -lying in bed
Or reading that pa per in the den
Hookin' and a -slicin' that
little white ball
With my golfin' buddies, Lou's and Tim
But I love Angel and the kids too much
to start the week that way
Nothing's more important than our
Angel Sunday
Angel taught me the art
of loving one an other
We share our ups and downs
and evens with each other
An an gel on earth, or at least to us,
she lives her life that way
Angel more than me deserves
an angel's Sunday
As we load up the car
to end our day of living
The kids and I kiss angels' lips
with true thanksgiving
Look in the back seat,
our little sleepy heads yawn
as the daylight fades
Mondays never blew
because of Angel Sunday
Sure, I could still be aboard the log
Or watchin' that ball
game of the day
Slippin' and a -slidin' in
a muddy stream
Fussin' at those fish that got away
But I love Angel and the kids too much
To start the week that way
Nothing's more important
than our Angel Sunday
Before that Sunday morning
paper hits our driveway
Angel and I are traveling some
old scenic by way
Look in the backseat,
our little sleepyheads do dream long yesterday