On a Sunday Morning (Remastered)

(lyrics by G.R.P. L. Music_2025) it was 6:15 on a Sunday morning when the phone rang me out of my sleep I sat up on the side of the bed as I wiped the sleep from my eyes I said hello. All I could hear is a woman sobbing as she said my name.. [spoken] I said Mom whats wrong why are you crying.. then came the answer I feared.. All she could manage was to say he was gone... Please son come home... I sat there quietly not believing what I heard Like a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning part of my world was gone. I wiped off the tears with heavy hands. it seems my strength had left me. my knees were weak and hands would shake the world seemed to close in on me. well in mid flight the memories came memory of my dad teaching me to ride a bike then a flash and he was teaching me how to fish There's so many things that I miss... then I was sixteen and full of pride. I have a million memories of love and strength' it was my dad who showed me how to be a man. So many faces so many hugs so many tears. when all was quiet I looked at a picture of us. camping alone and smiling. that picture made me smile even if only for a while With a heavy heart and tired soul we know..... We must go on till we are together again