Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning
Haggerty / Rolf

It‘s Sunday morning half past eight.
Saturday night was a hair to late.
I woke up with a pounding in my head.
Through my bathroom window the sun comes in.
Tells me that I‘m back again.
Face to face with a brand new day.
I turn my Local Radio on,
and listen to Hope‘s brand new song.
Could be my favourite one for a while.
She‘s singin‘ ‘bout love and hate,
it seems she‘s singin‘ of my fate.
Lord… that makes sense to me.
Ohoho, Sunday morning, Ohoho, show me new ways.
Ohoho, Sunday morning, tell me the story of better days.
I shouldn‘t wonder if it all comes true.
It cracks me up, it makes me blue.
Feelings… overflowing me today.
The week has passed …my work is done.
I‘m running for another one.
Missing all my friends that passed away.
For the last five years my life has changed,
seems the good times won`t come back again.
I‘m in between too many ups and downs.
Ohoho, Sunday morning, Ohoho, show me new ways.
Ohoho, Sunday morning, tell me the story of better days.
A smell of coffee runs through my flat.
Cuppa coffee bring my spirits back.
I wonder what this day will bring to me.
My life is written all over my face.
Too many Saturdays on my ways.
I can‘t believe that I‘m getting‘ old.
It was Sunday morning half past eight.
Saturday night was a hair to late.
I woke up with a pounding in my head.
Sunday morning …Sunday morning …oh Sunday morning
Lie to me…