It Won't Be Long

Words and Music by Brian Fife

My worst defeat became victory;
When I had nothing, I had everything.
My darkest hour became my light,
And with broken wings I was put to flight.
When your hope is scattered and your strength is gone,
It won't be long, it won't be long;
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.

Deep in the night I saw the break of day;
This crooked path showed me the way.
O weary feet keep walkin' on,
'cause it won't be long, it won't be long;
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.

When your hope is scattered and your strength is gone,
It won't be long, it won't be long;
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.
It won't be long, it won't be long;
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.
Sunday's a comin', and it won't be long.

Piano: Brian Fife
Guitars, Fiddle, Mandolin, Dobro, and Bass: John Rice
Accordion: Willie Schwartz
Drums: Steve Godfrey
Percussion: John Moser
Body Percussion: John Moser, John Towner, & Brian Fife

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