Sunday Will Never Be The Same 1966 Spanky and Our Gang

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK - 15 Dec 2003

I remember Sunday morning,
I would meet her at the park.
We'd walk together hand in hand
till 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.

Sunday will never be the same.
I've lost my Sunday song;
She'll not be back again.

Sunny afternoons that made me
feel so warm inside
have turned as cold and grey 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.

I remember children
feeding flocks of pigeons;
I remember sunshine
and you were mine.

I remember Sunday morning,
I would meet her at the park.
We'd walk together hand in hand
till 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.

Sunday will never be the same.
I've lost my Sunday song;
She'll not be back again.

Sunny afternoons that made me
feel so warm inside
have turned as cold and grey 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.

I remember children
feeding flocks of pigeons;
I remember sunshine
and you were mine.

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Soft karaoke
Words
Guitar
synthstr1
Bass
Drums
syn brass
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Sunday Will Never Be The Same 1966 Spanky and Our Gang
by Gene Pistilli and Terry Cashman
copyright 1966 and 1967 by Pamco Music Inc. N.Y.
sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 13 December 2003 at 22.13
in association with Doug Grierson
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