It's Sunday Songtext
von Frank Sinatra

Drowsy morning sunlight
Gentle kisses for my love

It′s Sunday
It's Sunday

She needn′t waken
I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes

Lately I've taken
To bringing her a flower on her tray
She′s fond of roses
We′ll talk away the morning
Read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other


The world is ours to play in
We'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have
And hide away in for one day
Thank goodness
It′s Sunday

It is Sunday
It's Sunday

Lately I′ve taken
To bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses
We′ll talk away the morning
Read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other

The world is ours to play in
We'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have
And hide away in for one day
Thank goodness
It's Sunday