Song | Sunday Father |
Artist | Barry Manilow |
Album | One Voice |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson, Manilow | |
Lyrics:Enoch Anderson Music:Barry Manilow | |
hand in his hand though the park | |
all afternoon | |
a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
hand in his hand to wonder | |
till day is done | |
sunday father and son | |
sundays are theres to explore | |
alone by law | |
one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
one day to know the answers | |
be firm , be fun | |
sunday father and son | |
the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
sunday done, monday comin' on | |
he leaves the child by a modest home | |
that they share no more | |
with the woman who waits indoors | |
till she knows he's gone | |
where are the words or the games | |
a place to go | |
someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
somehow it's always ending | |
just half begun | |
sunday father and son | |
sunday father and son |
zuo ci : Anderson, Manilow | |
Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
hand in his hand though the park | |
all afternoon | |
a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
hand in his hand to wonder | |
till day is done | |
sunday father and son | |
sundays are theres to explore | |
alone by law | |
one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
one day to know the answers | |
be firm , be fun | |
sunday father and son | |
the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
sunday done, monday comin' on | |
he leaves the child by a modest home | |
that they share no more | |
with the woman who waits indoors | |
till she knows he' s gone | |
where are the words or the games | |
a place to go | |
someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
somehow it' s always ending | |
just half begun | |
sunday father and son | |
sunday father and son |
zuò cí : Anderson, Manilow | |
Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
hand in his hand though the park | |
all afternoon | |
a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
hand in his hand to wonder | |
till day is done | |
sunday father and son | |
sundays are theres to explore | |
alone by law | |
one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
one day to know the answers | |
be firm , be fun | |
sunday father and son | |
the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
sunday done, monday comin' on | |
he leaves the child by a modest home | |
that they share no more | |
with the woman who waits indoors | |
till she knows he' s gone | |
where are the words or the games | |
a place to go | |
someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
somehow it' s always ending | |
just half begun | |
sunday father and son | |
sunday father and son |