Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday in New York (From Sunday in New York")", artist - Mel Torme. Album song That Old Black Magic, in the genre
Date of issue: 26.04.2010
Record label: Membran
Song language: English
Sunday in New York (From Sunday in New York")" |
New York on Sunday |
Big city taking a nap |
Slow down, it’s Sunday |
Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap |
If you’ve got troubles |
Just take them out for a walk |
They’ll burst like bubbles |
In the fun of a Sunday in New York |
You can spend time without spending a dime |
Watching people watch people pass |
Later you pause and in one of those stores |
There’s that face next to yours in the glass |
Two hearts stop beating |
You’re both too breathless to speak |
Love smiles her greeting |
Then the dream that has seen you through the week |
Comes true on Sunday in New York |
New York on Sunday |
Big city taking a nap |
Slow down, it’s Sunday |
Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap |
And if you’ve got troubles |
Go take them out for a walk |
They’ll burst like bubbles |
In the fun of a Sunday in New York |
You can spend time without spending a dime |
Watching people watch people pass |
Later you pause and in one of those stores |
There’s that face next to yours in the glass |
Two hearts stop beating |
You’re both too breathless to speak |
Love smiles her greeting |
Then the dream that has seen you through the week |
Comes true on Sunday in New York |
Comes true on Sunday in New York |