I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park.
We’d walk together hand in hand, til it was almost dark.
Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the way to find,
nobody waiting for me, Sunday’s just another day…CHORUS:
Sunday will never be the same.
I’ve lost my Sunday song,
He’ll not be back again.
#2.
Sunny afternoons that make me feel so warm inside,
have turned as cold and gray as ashes,
as I feel the embers die.
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed.
I must be on, the sun is gone and I think it’s gonna rain.
CHORUS:
ADD:
I remember children..feeding flocks of pigeons.
I remember sunshine..[/]and [/]you [/]were mine.
CHORUS:(Key Change to E)
Sunday will never be the same.
I’ve lost my Sunday song,
he’ll not be back again.
ADD:
Sunday will never be the same.(x3)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
