Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday and Sister Jones, artist - Roberta Flack. Date of issue: 31.10.1971
Song language: English
Sunday and Sister Jones |
| It was early Sunday evening |
| Just before the death of day |
| All the family friends were grievin' |
| Rev. Jones just passed away |
| Sister Jones had seen it comin' |
| She was familiar with the signs |
| Late one night I heard her humming |
| While strollin' through the Georgia pines |
| She said «Lord if you take him away, I don’t want to live!» |
| It was early Sunday morning |
| Just before the birth of day |
| I can hear the rooster crowing |
| Sister Jones knelt down and prayed: |
| «Lord, he’s slippin' through my fingers |
| Is death the master of us all? |
| Lord, I’m humble here before you |
| Just grant this life and don’t let him fall.» |
| She said «Lord if you take him away |
| I don’t want to live another day.» |
| Later on that Sunday evening |
| Just before the midnight dawn |
| Sister Jones was heavy breathin' |
| I still hear her mournin' song |
| Life was cryin' from her body |
| Like water from a dryin' well |
| Well I heard her whisper «Thank you, Jesus» |
| Just before the midnight bell |
| Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live |
| Sister Jones was taken away, she did not live another day |
| Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live |
| Sister Jones was taken away, she didn’t live another day |