Sunday in New York

Sunday in New York - Mel Tormé

From Sunday In New York 1963 - Mel Tormé

New York on Sunday

Big City taking a nap

Slow down it's Sunday

Life's a ball let it fall in your lap

If you've got troubles

Just take them out for a walk

They'll burst like bubbles

In the fun of a Sunday In New York

You can spend time without spending a dime

Watching people watch people pass

Later you pause and in one of those stores

There's that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You're both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you thru the week

Comes true on Sunday In New York

So you can take a short notical blame

They can both lampally for hair

If there is a store just make at home

Say a world by your fair

Firday monday morning

You both greet world spees

I stay the come store

If you can make a special simple day

New map on sunday

New York on Sunday

So make a sunday in New York