Seals And Crofts. Year of Sunday. Zeneszám

We all live in the Year of Sunday
So many things are in store for us
Oh, what a gift to be born in
Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk

People, return to the tree of oneness
Oh, won't you hurry the presence is there
Down on our knees in the darkness of Sunday
We'll find the answers to all of our prayers

And then everyday will be Sunday
For you and me, how I pray, how I pray?

God made a pact with Abraham
Never leave a man alone
So, Abraham gathered his family
And brought his people home

Along came Moses, gave the world a push
Climbed upon a mountain high
He got the Ten Commandments from a burning bush
And put together his first tribe

Then came Jesus to Jerusalem
Ridin' on His shoulder a dove
The dove upon his shoulder said, he was the one
The one to teach us how to love

Mohamed stayed out in the desert sun
Stayed out there just as long as he could
The maker gave him water from the river of life
And then he gave us nationhood.

And then time passed, soon the dark clouds
Came and covered up Mohamed's sun
But the young Bab, down in Persia land
Came to tell us of the promised one

Lo, the nightingale of paradise
Singeth upon the twig of the Tree of Eternity
With holy and sweet melodies
Proclaiming to the sincere ones
The glad tidings of the nearness of God
Baha'u'llah, Baha'u'llah, Baha'u'llah, Baha'u'llah

We all live in the Year of Sunday
So many things are in store for us
Oh, what a gift to be born in
Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk

We all live in the year of Sunday
So many things are in store for us
Oh, what a gift to be born in
Sunday's beautiful light way down here in the dusk