Sunday Tales at Sweetglow

I wore my Sunday shoes

to climb this little hill

Everything is quiet now,

the autumn air is chill

I brought some yellow roses from

the garden by the gate

I know I'm late

The kitchen sink was leaking,

but I got the washer changed

And I finally put those photo books

back like you arranged

The neighbor's cat came over,

kept me company on the porch

And oh, my darlin',

the house is far too still

But I'll keep on talkin' to this grassy hill

Until the day

my Sunday walks are through (hmmm)

I watched our grandkid playin'

in the yard the other day

He has your crooked smile,

in every single way

He asked me where you went,

I pointed to the blue

He waved to you

Well, the sun is goin' down now,

I'll let you get some rest

But I'll see you next Sunday,

darlin' (I love

you)