sit at your piano I can almost hear those hymns The keys are just collecting dust but I can't close the lid You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning
folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of tune, the little cat is dead And no more do they sing on a Sunday afternoon The
old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune The little cat is dead and no more do they sing On a Sunday afternoon The
my mind before the morning Hold me close and tell me that you care Will you visit me on Sunday... Yes I'll you visit you on Sunday and I'll bring you
singer In the next apartment Waiting for the orchestra To step inside Almost fall asleep Behind the dark piano Waiting for the silence Of the night In the wee small hours Of a Sunday morning
with his teeth, dear Scarlet billows begin to spread Fancy gloves though has Macheath dear So there's never, never a trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday morning
and onion sandwiches on derby chinaware Fiddles and jigs and woogie my dog and tv havin' a swear Takin' my dad for a pint or two, a sunday morning stroll
and onion sandwiches on derby chinaware Fiddles and jigs and Woogie my dog and TV havin' a swear Takin' my dad for a pint or two A Sunday morning
' onion sandwiches an' Derby chinaware. Fiddles an' jigs an' Wogie, my dog, Aunty Vi havin' a swear. Takin' my Dad for a pint or two, a Sunday morning
to pray Every Sunday morning about the hour of ten The door would open to our school the preacher did walk in He'd smile and say good morning how everything
it only hurts And I can heart the devil whisper "Things are only getting worse" You left my heart as empty as a Monday morning church The preacher came by Sunday
t, honey don't Honey don't, honey don't Say you will when you won't ah-ah, honey don't (piano solo) Well sometimes I love you on a saturday night Sunday morning