Sunday morning I rise And I stand
to face a new dawn Sunday morning a new
day is born
Such a long way to go And so little
time to get there Such a long way to
go
But I want you to remember All the
love we used to know Think of me sometimes,
my love Mourning morning, sad day
In the evening I sit And my thoughts
they turn to you In the evening I think
of my home |
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