Seven Ways to Sunday

Seven ways to Sunday

Seven seperate ways to Sunday

But he did not know which one

Would save him so he had to try

Every code and combination

On the road to his salvation

There were no two ways about it

He had seven ways to try

With seven ways to test

He vowed that he would not rest

There was nothing up above

So he put everything aside

He had so much invested

He probably should have rested

Seven ways-He swore that

Every last one would be tried

What he was looking for

Is not much more

Then what we all are looking for

And nowadays seems

That there is precious little of

He looked high and he looked low

And there was nothing up above

He to try all seven

He tried them to high-heaven

From one end to the other

And then he turned around

He was thoroughly exhausted

His faith had been accosted

He tried seven ways and wondered

Why it was he hadn't found

What he was looking for

Is not much more

Then what we all are looking for

But nowadays it seems

That there is precious little of

Desprate and alone

He turned over every stone

He tried seven ways to Sunday

He was looking for love

He looked high and he looked low

And there was nothing up above

He been told where he could go

What he was looking for was love

What he was looking for

Is not much more

Then what we all are looking for

And nowadays it seems

That there is precious little of

Desperate and alone

He turned over every stone

Seven ways to Sunday

He was looking for love

He looked high and he looked low

And there was nothing up above

And he been told where he could go

What he was looking for was love

What he was looking for was love

What he was looking for was love