[Gentle acoustic guitar, soft banjo, birds singing in the distance] Oh, I remember… [Verse 1] Grandma had a kitchen full of Sunday light Sweet tea sweating in the July heat Barefoot running where the wildflowers grow With a red dirt road and nowhere to go We’d pack a lunch in a paper sack Throw our worries in the old Ford’s back Daddy would laugh, say, “Girl, don’t fall in” Then we’d jump right over our heads again [Pre-Chorus] Back when a dollar could buy us a day And the whole wide world felt a million miles away [Chorus] Oh, Sunday at the creek With the water running cold around our feet Grandma’s lemonade, the sunshine on my face And a little bit of heaven in a nowhere place I spent my whole life chasing down a dream Trying to find the girl I used to be Now I’d give anything for one more week Of those golden days, Sunday at the creek [Verse 2] Now I’ve got a little house on the edge of town A pretty white fence and a mortgage weighing down Got a good job, got a brand-new car But I don’t know when I got this far I scroll through pictures of the life I planned With a diamond ring and a suitcase in my hand Funny how the things I thought I’d need Never brought me half the joy those days brought me [Pre-Chorus] I thought growing up meant leaving it behind Never knew I’d spend my whole life looking back in time [Chorus] Oh, Sunday at the creek With the water running cold around our feet Grandma’s lemonade, the sunshine on my face And a little bit of heaven in a nowhere place I spent my whole life chasing down a dream Trying to find the girl I used to be Now I’d give anything for one more week Of those golden days, Sunday at the creek [Instrumental Break] [Acoustic guitar melody with fiddle and light banjo] [Bridge] So I drove back home one Sunday afternoon Found that old tree underneath the same blue moon The creek still runs, and the willow still bends But the little girl I was won’t come around again Then I kicked off my shoes and stepped into the stream And for a little while, I was seventeen No grand revelation, no angels singing loud Just the water and the sky, and the sun behind a cloud [Final Chorus] Oh, Sunday at the creek Where I had everything I’d ever need Grandma’s lemonade, her hand holding mine A little patch of heaven I left behind Maybe all those dreams weren’t meant to be Maybe happiness was simpler than I believed And if there’s one thing time has taught me to keep It’s a little piece of Sunday at the creek [Outro] [Soft acoustic guitar, tender youthful vocal] Yeah, the world can have its gold I’ve got memories worth more than I know And somewhere in my heart, that water runs deep Forever young on a Sunday at the creek [End]
