Sunday morning Shadows on the shade Yellow dusted fingers bent Through day old lemonade Sounds of breathing The birds singing in the trees Beautiful monring There's no place I'd rather be
I sit right down and I rest awhile By a shady tree Golden rows of summer Stretched as far as I can see Sounds of music Are rippling through my head Harry's in the kitchen Captain's still in bed
Cuz life is just a funny dream And someday I'll share this dream with you Just to be with you This much I pray It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true
Life is just a funny dream And someday I'll share this dream with you Just to be with you This much I pray It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true
