Margo Guryan

Sunday morning
Sun shining on your eyes
Sleepy face
Smiling into mine
Sunday morning
Lots of time with nothing to do
Lots of time to spend with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sounds of feet walking by
I'll put coffee on to brew
We can have a cup or two
And do
What other people do
On Sunday morning

Sunday morning Sunday morning
Sunday Sunday I love Sunday
Sunday morning

Come hold me in your arms
I love you
Everything is all right
Sunday morning
Lots of time
Lots of time
On Sunday morning

I heard
Pretty love songs
Coming from an open window
Today

I stopped
To listen to the love songs
And I had to cry
Why didn't I
Just walk away

I knew
All the love songs
Once upon a time he sang them
To me

Today
I was crying in the sunshine
When someone said,
"Is something wrong?"
And I said no
It's just a song
And I can't tell you why

Pretty love songs always make me cry