More days behind Lyrics

What a beautiful thing is your presence what a wonderful woman you are

Fortune has favored my essence wit a love that has carried me so far

Both feet have toed the straight and narrow our children have faced a hand so fair

A lesser girl would've lighted like a sparrow but our home was made whole by this pair

Sundays used to be the day of rest

It used to bother me to be rousted out of bed

But I'll hold your hand and sing right from my chest

Because I got more days behind then ahead

Now the lines on my face are getting deeper my walk once so swift is taming down

A good portrait would paint it in my features and if he was any count he'd paint you with a crown

Sundays used to be the day of rest

It used to bother me to be rousted out of bed

But I'll hold your hand and sing right from my chest

Because I got more days behind then ahead

But I'll hold your hand and sing right from my chest because I got more days behind then ahead