Fresh as a Sweet Sunday Morning Lyrics
| Song | Fresh as a Sweet Sunday Morning |
| Artist | Bert Jansch |
| Album | L.A. Turnaround |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jansch | |
| Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing | |
| Ah she's so full of life | |
| Sparkling with tiny red roses | |
| Let there be music to please her | |
| Let it be sunbright to light up her day | |
| Let the moon light her night | |
| And fill her with deep silent sleepiness | |
| If I were a small bird so tiny | |
| I'd hide in her hair just to be near her | |
| To hear her sweet voice | |
| And feel her sweet body beside me | |
| And if I were a high lord with riches | |
| I'd clothe her in satin from | |
| India's far highlands | |
| I would shoe her in gold | |
| Then invite her to sit at my table | |
| Step out young lady a-dancing | |
| To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing | |
| For your beauty so rare | |
| Is as fresh as a sweet | |
| Sunday morning |
| zuo ci : Jansch | |
| Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing | |
| Ah she' s so full of life | |
| Sparkling with tiny red roses | |
| Let there be music to please her | |
| Let it be sunbright to light up her day | |
| Let the moon light her night | |
| And fill her with deep silent sleepiness | |
| If I were a small bird so tiny | |
| I' d hide in her hair just to be near her | |
| To hear her sweet voice | |
| And feel her sweet body beside me | |
| And if I were a high lord with riches | |
| I' d clothe her in satin from | |
| India' s far highlands | |
| I would shoe her in gold | |
| Then invite her to sit at my table | |
| Step out young lady adancing | |
| To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing | |
| For your beauty so rare | |
| Is as fresh as a sweet | |
| Sunday morning |
| zuò cí : Jansch | |
| Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing | |
| Ah she' s so full of life | |
| Sparkling with tiny red roses | |
| Let there be music to please her | |
| Let it be sunbright to light up her day | |
| Let the moon light her night | |
| And fill her with deep silent sleepiness | |
| If I were a small bird so tiny | |
| I' d hide in her hair just to be near her | |
| To hear her sweet voice | |
| And feel her sweet body beside me | |
| And if I were a high lord with riches | |
| I' d clothe her in satin from | |
| India' s far highlands | |
| I would shoe her in gold | |
| Then invite her to sit at my table | |
| Step out young lady adancing | |
| To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing | |
| For your beauty so rare | |
| Is as fresh as a sweet | |
| Sunday morning |
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