It's daybreak The all-nighter's faded to a close The last of the folkies Rises and goes As the shock of the morning sun blinds your eyes It's Sunday morning
There's a tom-cat Alone and padding through the streets And a vagrant In a doorway's wrapped in a dirty sheet Such an air of unreality you can only feel On a Sunday morning
A play-land with no-one to spin the merry-go-round Where the horses stand silent Waiting to be found A dreamland, a mirage so clear in broad daylight It's Sunday morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
