Sacred (whoa oh whoa)

Our love is sacred (whoa oh whoa)

Church bells were ringing

On the Sunday we met (ah ah ah ah)



(Heaven)

(Heaven was smiling)

(Angels were singing)

(On the Sunday we met)



But our love is like a flame in the night

And like a flame, dear, it burns itself of sight



(And I'm still searching)

(I'll find you some day)

(And you'll be looking)

(Like the Sunday we met)



And I'm still searching (whoa oh whoa)

I'll find you some day (whoa oh whoa)

Sun will be shining (whoa oh whoa)

And I'll give you my ring (whoa oh whoa)

And you'll be looking

Like the Sunday we met

(Like the Sunday we met)

Writer : GORE, MARTIN LEE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, ADAM ROSS D/B/A BIG SUR MUSIC