Mama's Banana Pudding

[Verse] On a Sunday afternoon in the summer heat Mama would be in the kitchen, her love complete The smell of her banana pudding, sweet as can be Memories of those Sundays, forever comforting me [Verse 2] She'd fill that old bakin' dish, layer after layer Ripe bananas, vanilla wafers, and love to share In the oven it would bake, golden and warm Thinking 'bout those Sundays, my heart begins to swarm [Chorus] Oh, those memories of Mama's pudding on Sundays The taste of her love, never fade away A simple dish, but it meant the world to me Those Sunday moments, treasures in my memory [Verse 3] Now the years have passed, and Mama's no longer here But her spirit lives on, ever bright and clear Every time I smell a hint of banana in the air I'm transported back to those Sundays, without a care [Chorus] Oh, those memories of Mama's pudding on Sundays The taste of her love, never fade away A simple dish, but it meant the world to me Those Sunday moments, treasures in my memory