Lyrics:

A quiet little town with happy go people
Gatherin' after church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

The week is over and the work is through
Going to church like the good folks do
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

This is God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

--- Instrumental ---

The dogwood's blooming and the hills are green
The mockingbird is singing while the church bells ring
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

The sermon is over and we all gather round
A lot of hand shaking and dinner on the ground
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

The week is over and this the day
We all go to church and give him pray
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

--- Instrumental ---

I miss a little church with a little ole steeple
The old hometown and the kind hearted people
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

The happiest hours that I've ever known
I spent 'em in the church with the folks back home
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

This God's land and we're God's people
Going to the church with a little steeple
Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday.

Singing on a Sunday, singing on a Sunday...