Текст песни Sunday Will Never Be the Same - The Mamas & The Papas

Sunday, Sunday
We'd meet at park
Walk together
Hand in hand, until it was dark
One Sunday mornin'
Sunlight dawning
But apparent-ly
You, I'm not seeing
No one waits - out here for me
Sunday, "Hon" day? [1]
You've gone away
No bright-song-day
Sunday: no longer special day
No mid-day storrmin'
You made me feel warm and --
-- So fuzzy inside
Oh, Sunday, one day,
Just cold, gray ash; the embers died
End of ev'ry week (company, I'd seek) Walking by the creek
Softly, words we'd speak of our love so fine, yeah
Now, whenever Sunday comes (lonely; air guitaring, strums)
Sit 'n twiddl-ing my thumbs
You can find me sighin'
Almost a crime
Walking pathways
No more, we two
Not the same, now
Watch rain fall; skies cloudy, not blue
Oh, Sunday mornin'
Love was sworn in
Now, you're absentee
You've left me grievin'
Chill, not thrill, unhap-pily
Watching children play (pigeon-food, purvey), Warming is sun-ray
Told me you would stay; words bespeak you're mine, yeah
Then I lost my Sunday mate (breaking ev'ry Sunday date)
Nothing on my Sunday plate
So were you just lyin'?
Guess I'm resigned...
Sunday: stun day
A busted day
Fun-not-done day
It's all in disarray
Whoa, Sunday? Shun day
Can't, pain, allay
Come-undone-day
My dear says, "Nay"
Oh, Sunday, Sunday
Oh, come again: pray...