I remember that day when you moved to town There was somethin' about the way
Your hair fell in your face You asked me if I could show you around
The moment almost slipped away Than 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 off we can talk about You taking me out next friday night
But first Meet me at the little white church
I spent the whole week wondering 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 cuts through the air And how you promised me right there
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 off we can talk about You meeting my daddy next friday night
But first Meet me at the little white church
It still feels like the very first time every time Baby when you're looking at me
You can't blame a girl for dreaming And I'm dreaming 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 walking my way With you're momma's veil in your hair
Cause you're the girl That I've been dreaming about
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