[Verse] Sunlight folds around the edges, Gentle breeze in quiet play, White shirts hanging on the line, Breathing life into this day. [Pre-Chorus] Simple moments, pure and bright, Wrapped in grace, in holy light. [Chorus] Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, Swaying soft with a pure intent, Whispers of faith in every fold, Stories of love that time has told. Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, A sacred scene, so reverent. [Verse] Hands that scrubbed with tender care, Kneeling down in morning prayer, Hope and warmth in every seam, Wrapped in hush, a quiet dream. [Pre-Chorus] Resting here, a sacred space, Peace and love in soft embrace. [Chorus] Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, Swaying soft with a pure intent, Whispers of faith in every fold, Stories of love that time has told. Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, A sacred scene, so reverent. [Bridge] Let the spirit rise and shine, In the folds of this humble line, Grace surrounds these simple things, Faith in every breeze that sings. [Chorus] Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, Swaying soft with a pure intent, Whispers of faith in every fold, Stories of love that time has told. Sunday clothes on the red brick fence, A sacred scene, so reverent. [Outro] Sunday clothes, Sunday clothes, On the red brick fence, Held in love’s expense.