Little White Church

I remember that day when you moved to town

There was somethin' about the way

Your hair fell in your face

You asked me if I could show you around

The moment almost slipped away

Than I found the words to say

Meet me at the little white church

When the bells start ringing

On Sunday morning

I'll be in the back row

With a wildflower in my hair

And if we hit off we can talk about

You taking me out next friday night

But first

Meet me at the little white church

I spent the whole week wondering what to wear

I needed more than my Sunday best

So I bought me a brand new dress

I still dream about your rebel smile

The way your eyes cuts through the air

And how you promised me right there

You would meet me at the little white church

When the bells start ringing

On Sunday morning

I'll be in the back row

With a wildflower in my hair

Since we hit off we can talk about

You meeting my daddy next friday night

But first

Meet me at the little white church

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

It still feels like the very first time every time

Baby when you're looking at me

You can't blame a girl for dreaming

And I'm dreaming one day

You'll get down on one knee

And say

Meet me at the little white church

In the middle of the summer

On a Saturday night

Start walking my way

With you're momma's veil in your hair

Cause you're the girl

That I've been dreaming about

And I don't have a lot to give you

But I swear we're gonna make it work

Oh, but first

I'm gonna meet you

At the little white church

Meet me at the little white church

I'll meet you at the little white church

I'll meet you at the little white church