[Verse] The sun peeks out through the maple trees, The smell of grass rides on the breeze, A mower’s roar, a Sunday tune, Under the warm, late-mornin’ June. [Verse 2] Cold iced tea sittin’ by the porch, Sweat on my brow, my spirit’s torch, Rows of green in perfect lines, A humble task, but it feels just fine. [Chorus] Oh, Sunday mornin', mower hummin’, Life feels steady, troubles runnin’, A little work, a little peace, Heart feels light, my soul’s at ease. [Verse 3] The neighbor waves, his dog's in tow, Birds chirp along as the engines go, Laundry sways on the backyard line, The simple life’s a feelin’ divine. [Bridge] There’s somethin’ 'bout the small-town air, The rhythm of life, the love we share, The buzz of a mower, the scent of hay, Makes you thankful for every day. [Chorus] Oh, Sunday mornin', mower hummin’, Life feels steady, troubles runnin’, A little work, a little peace, Heart feels light, my soul’s at ease.
