[male
vocals] (
Ad-lib:
Oya,
ehen!)
Sunday,
Sunday,
my
brother,
my
blood
Listen
to
the
sound
of
love
From
the
house
of
Francis
Akabueze
We
move!
Sunday
my
younger
broda,
my
own
blood
Why
you
dey
laugh
when
I
dey
try?
I
dey
write
dis
songs
to
heal
our
home
I
dey
pray
make
peace
no
ever
die
People
dey
ask, "
Who
write
dis
song?"
I
tell
dem, "
Na
me,
di
first
son"
With
love
in
my
heart,
I
no
dey
form
I
no
dey
look
for
clout,
I
just
want
our
union
Sunday,
my
brother,
my
blood
Make
we
stand
togeda
like
a
flood
In
di
house
of
Francis
Akabueze,
we
go
shine
Sunday,
you
be
my
jewel,
you
be
my
design (
Ad-lib:
E
choke!)
Sunday,
my
brother,
my
blood
Make
we
stand
togeda
like
a
flood
In
di
house
of
Francis
Akabueze,
we
go
shine
Sunday,
you
be
my
jewel,
you
be
my
design
Look
at
where
we
dey,
look
at
where
we
come
from
Too
much
wahala,
but
God
pass
dem
all
Abeg,
no
go
allow
wetin
dem
talk
scatter
us
Blood
dey
thicker,
na
im
be
di
boss
Even
when
I
talk
strong,
na
for
your
good
I
wan
see
you
rise,
make
you
stand
understood (
Ad-lib:
No
dulling!)
Sunday,
my
brother,
my
blood
Make
we
stand
togeda
like
a
flood
In
di
house
of
Francis
Akabueze,
we
go
shine
Sunday,
you
be
my
jewel,
you
be
my
design
Mama
dey
watch
us
from
above
Family
dey
look,
we
dey
share
dis
love
No
give
di
devil
chance,
make
we
no
scatter
Na
love
I
get
for
you,
dat
one
no
go
matter (
Ad-lib:
Shey
you
dey
whine
me?)
Sunday,
my
brother,
my
blood
Make
we
stand
togeda
like
a
flood
In
di
house
of
Francis
Akabueze,
we
go
shine
Sunday,
you
be
my
jewel,
you
be
my
design
Sunday,
my
blood,
na
forever
Akabueze
family,
we
stand
togeda (
Ad-lib:
See
gobe!)
One
love,
Sunday
We
rise,
we
no
go
fall (
Ad-lib:
Ah-ah,
e
don
do!)