It's Sunday

It's Sunday - John Pizzarelli/Don Sebesky

Drowsy morning sunlight

Gentle kisses for my love

It's Sunday it's Sunday

She needn't waken

I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way

While she just dozes

Lately I've taken to bringing her

A flower on her tray

She's fond of roses

We'll talk away the morning read the papers

Misbehave enjoying each other

The world is ours to play in

We'll take a walk or stay in

Long and lazy hours to have

And hide away in for one day

Thank goodness it's Sunday

Lately I've taken to

Bring her a flower on her tray

She's fond of roses

We'll talk away the morning read the papers

Misbehave enjoying each other

The world is ours to play in

We'll take a walk or stay in

Long and lazy hours to have

And hide away in for one day

Thank goodness it's Sunday