Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, a new week starts and the old one ends. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, start the day right with your family and your friends. Now I recall my younger years when I was just a pup. I could tell what day it was the moment I got up. On every Sunday morning, and always without fail, my mom would have my Sunday suit out hanging on a nail. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, a new week starts and the old one ends. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, start the day right with your family and your friends. Mom and dad and sis and I put on our Sunday clothes. Then hand in hand we'd all walk down that long and dusty road. Then over the brook and up the hill to the mountainside. And all our friends and neighbors, they were marching in a line. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, a new week starts and the old one ends. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, start the day right with your family and your friends. Parson Brown was waiting there to teach our Sunday school. We'd open up the good book and learn the golden rule. And before we even knew it, he'd wash away our sins. Oh Lord, it's grand to see how warm our Sunday morning begins. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, a new week starts and the old one ends. On Sunday, Sunday, Sunday morning, start the day right with your family and your friends.