I remember that day when you moved to town There was something 'bout the way Your hair fell in your face You asked me if I could show you around The moment almost slipped away Then I found the words to say Meet me at the little white church When the bells start ringing On Sunday morning I'll be in the back row With a wildflower in my hair And if we hit it off we can talk about You takin' me out next Friday night But first Meet me at the little white church I spent the whole week wonderin' what to wear I needed more than my Sunday best So I bought me a brand new dress I still dream about your rebel smile The way your eyes cut through the air And how you promised me right there You would meet me at the little white church When the bells start ringing On Sunday morning I'll be in the back row With a wildflower in my hair
Since we hit it off we can talk about You meetin' my daddy next Friday night But first Meet me at the little white church (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It still feels like the first time every time Baby when you're lookin' at me You can't blame a girl for dreamin' And I'm dreamin' one day You'll get down on one knee And say Meet me at the little white church In the middle of the summer On a Saturday night Start walkin' my way With your momma's veil in your hair 'Cause you're the girl That I've been dreamin' 'bout And I don't have a lot to give you But I swear we're gonna make it work Oh, but first I'm gonna meet you At the little white church Meet me at the little white church I'll meet you at the little white church I'll meet you at the little white church