Sunday in New York Songtext
von Ernestine Anderson
Sunday in New York Songtext
New York on Sunday,
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it′s Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you′ve got troubles,
Just take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime,
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You′re both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday, Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it′s Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you′ve got troubles,
Go take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There′s that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it′s Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
If you′ve got troubles,
Just take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime,
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You′re both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
New York on Sunday, Big City taking a nap!
Slow down, it′s Sunday!
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap!
And if you′ve got troubles,
Go take them out for a walk.
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday In New York!
You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people watch people pass!
Later you pause, and in one of those stores
There′s that face next to yours in the glass!
Two hearts stop beating,
You're both too breathless to speak!
Love smiles her greeting,
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Comes true on Sunday In New York!
Writer(s): Carroll Coates, Peter Nero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com