Still Married
               

Lyrics

She’s starin’ down
The barrel of a week loaded with chaos
Monday morning grindstone
Is wearin’ her away
She’ll carve a path
Through crisis by crisis
Teapots and tempests
For six long days


And when it’s over
Sundays Rest
Like an arm around her shoulder
Like a summer rain
When the fields are dry
Sundays are blessed
Sundays Rest her mind


When she was young
Sunday was a country church and cousins
Gathered’ round the table
At that Minnesota farm
Grateful prayers
Papa’s guitar strummin’
Still hears Mama singin’
“Everlasting Arms”


Mama showed her
Sunday Rests
Like an arm around her shoulder
Like a summer rain
When the fields are dry
Sundays are blessed
Sundays Rest her mind


She’ll fill her cup
With faith, hope and love
All week long
She’ll drink it up - oh…