Sunday morning in the valley
We would gather for the service
You would always run to meet me
You'd smile at Papa kinda nervous
All the people came from miles around
And I can still hear the sound

As they sang thanks to the Lord
For the sun up in the sky
For the corn that's growin' high
And for the child that didn't die

Thanks to the Lord
For the crops and for the farm
For the satrenght in my right arm
And for keepin' us from harm

And I say thanks, thanks
Thanks, thanks
Thanks to the Lord for a girl like you

Come the day that we were married
With all our folks from the congregation
Honey, you looked just like an angel
The sweetest thing in all creation
Papa hugged me and my mama cried
Everybody smiled with pride

As they sang thanks to the Lord
For the sun up in the sky
For the corn that's growin' high
And for the child that didn't die

Thanks to the Lord
For the crops and for the farm
For the satrenght in my right arm
And for keepin' us from harm
And I say thanks, thanks
Thanks, thanks
Thanks to the Lord for a girl like you

Thanks, thanks
Thanks, thanks
Thanks to the Lord for a girl like you