An Old Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Innocence Mission

An Old Sunday 

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Atticus of an old Sunday 

When you past me sitting on the step 

On the porch, waiting for thunder 

And all of you came by like a parade 

Atticus, walking for hunger 

There is suffering in the world you said 

At seventeen, I was in 1st grade 

I couldn't think of anything to say 

My sisters have soldiers to pray for 

And they receive their presents in the mail 

And Atticus, I was just thinking 

I could pray for you and all your friends 

There was a cloud of him, sunday fuller, something to come 

And I got you bunches of azalea 

I gave you bunches of azalea 

You say, "Look at the flowers, look at the flowers" 

And I thought I could keep all mine 

And Atticus, I was so happy when I said good-bye to you and your parade