Frank Sinatra - It's Sunday Lyrics
(J. Styne, S. Birkenhead)[Recorded February 28, 1983, Los Angeles]Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my loveIt's Sunday, it's SundayShe needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her wayWhile she just dozesLately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her trayShe's fond of rosesWe'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehaveEnjoying each otherThe world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay inLong and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one dayThank goodness, it's Sunday[brief guitar solo]It is Sunday, it's Sunday[slightly longer guitar solo]Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her trayShe's fond of rosesWe'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehaveEnjoying each otherThe world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay inLong and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one dayThank goodness, it's Sunday