Texty písní Maureen McGovern

Maureen McGovern

Like A Sunday Morning

You're just like a Sunday morning

Quiet and warm and moving slow

Put your hand in my hand

Let me dream while I can

Oh, how will I love you so?

Life is made of milk and honey

I always thought that line was a lie

But it turns out it's true

'Cause the sweetness of you is so real

That it makes me want to cry

Oh, you're a holiday weekend

The key that unlocks the door

Oh, you're my friend and my lover

The dream I've been looking for

And you're much more, you're so much more

You're just like a Sunday morning

Feeling so comfortable and right

Be the wind, be the seas

Be whatever you please

But just be here on Sunday night

Be the wind, be the seas

Be whatever you please

But just be here on Sunday night

Oh, you're just like a Sunday morning

Feeling so comfortable and right

Be the wind, be the seas

Be whatever you please

But just be here on Sunday night

You're just like a Sunday morning

Feeling so comfortable and right

Be the wind, be the seas

Be whatever you please

But just be here on Sunday night