9 years ago
It's Sunday
Lyrics
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
It is Sunday, it's Sunday
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
Writer(s): JULE STYNE, SUSAN BIRKENHEAD
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
The Meaning of It's Sunday
Be the first!
Post your thoughts on the meaning of "It's Sunday".
