Sunday morning in the valley
We would gather for the service
You would always run to meet me
You'd smile at papa kinda nervous.

All the people came from miles around
And I can still hear the sound.

As they sang thanks to the Lord
For the sun up in the sky
For the corn that's growin' high
And for the child that didn't die.

Thanks to the Lord
For the crops and for the farm
For the strenght in my right arm
And for keepin' us from harm.

And I say thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks to
The Lord for a girl like you.


Come the day that we were married
With all our folks from the congregation
Honey, you looked just like an angel
The sweetest thing in all creation.

Papa hugged me and my mama cried
Everybody smiled with pride.

As they sang thanks to the Lord
For the sun up in the sky
For the corn that's growin' high
And for the child that didn't die.

Thanks to the Lord
For the crops and for the farm
For the strenght in my right arm
And for keepin' us from harm.

Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks to
The Lord for a girl like you...