I Got Up On Sunday Morning, Went To The Church At Ten,
I Listened To The Words That I’d Heard Time And Time Again;
The Preacher Spoke Of Sinful Lives, It Seemed He Spoke Of Mine,
But I Was Young, I Had Plenty Of Time.

Plenty Of Time To Decide Where I’m Bound,
To Eternal Darkness Or To A Heavenly Crown;
I’m Just A Young Man, Not Yet In My Prime,
So I’ll Just Wait, I’ve Got Plenty Of Time.

I Walked On Down Life’s Pathway, Living As I Wished To Live;
Out To Beat The Other Fellow, Out To Get What Life Could Give;
Making Money Is Not Sinful, Having Fun Is Not A Crime,
So I’ll Just Wait, I’ve Got Plenty Of Time.

Eternity Waits, I’ve Got Plenty Of Time,
To Think Of All The Days Christ Could Have Been Mine;
My Chance Is Over, Earth’s Days Are Left Behind,
And Here Am I, I’ve Got Plenty Of Time.

Now I’ve Got Nothing But Plenty Of Time.