Remember church on Sunday morning,
Dressing in our very best;
Remember Sunday chicken dinner,
And then it was a day of rest.

Remember stores being closed on this day,
So we could give God deserved praise;
Remember the laughter and joy of family,
As we all celebrated the days.

Remember warm, breezy days,
Having picnics in the park;
Remember playing children running round,
Chasing lightning bugs in the dark.

Remember swaying in the front proch swing,
Chatting casually with your mate;
Remember counting the stars at night,
And wondering about your fate.

Sadly those days are in the past,
Now I listen for the trumpet's blare;
Life just isn't the same anymore,
Life now has a constant glare.