Trey Anastasio Ether Sunday
Sunday morning, shadows on the shade
Yellow dusted fingers bent through day old lemonade
Sounds of breathing, the birds singing in the trees
Beautiful morning, there's no place I'd rather be
I sit right down and I rest a while, by a shady tree
Golden robes of summer stretched as far as I can see
Sounds of music are rippling through my head
Hemme's in the kitchen, the captain's still in bed
(Chorus)x2
Cuz life is just a funny dream
And someday, I'll share this dream with you
Just to be with you
This much I pray
It's true
It's true
It's true
It's true
It's true
