I went to church when I was five,
Sunday school, never missed it.
I looked over; who did I see?
Well, of course, I saw Pearl, teaching.
Time went by and I got older,
I graduated to the “big church”.
I looked over, I sat on the left.
Who was on the right, Pearl.
Once a month, every month,
Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty.
Go downstairs to eat, who`s there?
Pearl, with bowl in hand, always smiling.
Time goes by, I’m married now.
It’s Sunday. Church again.
I look to the right, across the aisle,
and who`s there? Right again. Pearl…
1999, it’s a very sad Sunday in church.
My Gramzer, up front lying in a casket.
I stood up, turned around, I said a few words.
Who do I see? Pearl, handkerchief in hand.
It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time.
I walk up front and once again,
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