(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter)      Sunday morning in the valley   We would gather for the service   You would always run to meet me   You'd smile at papa kinda nervous.      All the people came from miles around   And I can still hear the sound.      As they sang thanks to the Lord   For the sun up in the sky   For the corn that's growin' high   And for the child that didn't die.      Thanks to the Lord   For the crops and for the farm   For the strenght in my right arm   And for keepin' us from harm.      And I say thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks to   The Lord for a girl like you.      --- Instrumental ---      Come the day that we were married   With all our folks from the congregation   Honey, you looked just like an angel   The sweetest thing in all creation.      Papa hugged me and my mama cried   Everybody smiled with pride.      As they sang thanks to the Lord   For the sun up in the sky   For the corn that's growin' high   And for the child that didn't die.      Thanks to the Lord   For the crops and for the farm   For the strenght in my right arm   And for keepin' us from harm.      Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks to   The Lord for a girl like you...