Sunday Will Never Be the Same
(G. Pistilli, T. Cashman)
I remember Sunday Morning, I would meet him at the park;
We'd walk together hand in hand 'Til it was almost dark.
Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the way to find
Nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day.
Sunday Will Never Be the Same,
I've lost my Sunday song, he'll not be back again.
Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes as I feel the embers die.
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed;
I must be on, the sun is gone, and I think it's gonna rain.
Sunday Will Never Be the Same
I've lost my Sunday song, he'll not be back again.
I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons;
I remember sunshine and you were mine.
Sunday Will Never Be the Same
I've lost my Sunday song, he'll not be back again
Sunday Will Never Be the Same
Sunday Will Never Be the Same
Sunday Will Never Be the Same


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Copyright 1967, Universal Publishing
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