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

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