Songs by Steve_Bryant


   

SHE SANG EVERY SUNDAY

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    SHE SANG EVERY SUNDAY
    Steve_Bryant
    Genre: Contemporary Country
    Tempo: slow


    Note to Instructor:
    No special instructions


    Backstory:
    My wife and unborn son were killed by a drunk driver back in 1976. She had multiple degrees in music and even a performer's certificate in voice from the Mozarteum in Salzburg, Austria. She had a beautiful Soprano voice. One of her greatest joys was singing in a little country church every Sunday. It was quite a treat to sit in the congregation and hear her marvelous voice.
    
    This song is a tribute to the love we shared for each other, the Lord and music.

    Lyrics:
                                                      
    She Sang Every Sunday ©2018 Steve Bryant (VERSE) She brought music to my life, And everyone around. People came from near and far, To celebrate her sound. She sang at clubs and parties, Could have been a big star on Broadway. But she didn’t miss the fame at all, When she sang every Sunday. (CHORUS) It was a little country church, With a great big congregation. We came to hear the words of God, And join in celebration. But you could hear a pin drop, When she sang of Heaven’s Highway. She showed us all a glimpse of God. When she sang every Sunday. (VERSE) Her music was a special thing, She shared it when she could. She never let life get her down, Always sang about the good. Her music came from deep inside, She sang at work and at play, Had the best times of her life When she sang every Sunday. (CHORUS) It was a little country church, With a great big congregation. We came to hear the words of God, And join in celebration. But you could hear a pin drop, When she sang of Heaven’s Highway. She showed us all a glimpse of God. When she sang every Sunday. (BRIDGE) Life’s as long as it is short, The present and the past. Nothing lasts forever, Her time went by so fast. (VERSE) (Instrumental solo for half the verse. Same chords as the first 4 lines of the verse.) The congregation mourns her. I know I’ll see her one day. But her music lives in this old church. She still sings every Sunday.


                                                                                                                                                                                        
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