Pale Sunday Sunday Morning
Sunday morning I will meet Pam
The sun shines so bright, the blue sky don’t lie
Sunday morning light
I walk through the empty Sunday morning streets
The wind blows so warm, the sunlight can’t hide
Sunday morning light
I wonder, what a perfect (Sunday) morning
I could lay down on the ground, say to everyone around:
- Feel this Sunday morning light!
My dear Pam, can you feel this morning light?
I’m sure that you do, anyway I’ll share with you
All this Sunday morning light
