It's Sunday - John Pizzarelli
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