Baskadia

The bells of Sunday ring

With a joy that's all their own,

And the birds in the trees above

Seem to join in the song.

The sun is shining bright,

And the air is fresh and sweet,

And the sky is a cloudless blue,

And the world is at its feet.

The children are out to play,

And the flowers are in bloom,

And the world is a happy place

On this joyous Sunday morning.

The cares of the week are gone,

And the heart is light and free,

And the soul is filled with peace

On this joyous Sunday.