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!
Mohammed 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 Mohammed’s sun
But the young Báb, down in Persia land, came to tell us of the Promised One
(From Baha’i Scripture) «Lo, the nightengale 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.»
Bahá'u'lláh! Bahá'u'lláh! Bahá'u'lláh! Bahá'u'lláh!
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.