Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunday Morning Here with You, artist - Michael Franks. Album song Love Songs, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 26.01.2004
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Sunday Morning Here with You |
| Buried alive hoping to survive |
| 'Til the weekend |
| Can’t write the song |
| Struggle all week long |
| Bitter blue |
| But up on the roof we are living proof |
| Love’s nutritious |
| Such delicious déjà vu |
| Sunday morning here with you |
| Your kisses made with orange marmalade |
| Apple blossoms toast and tea |
| I cannot think of any place I’d rather |
| I’d rather be |
| My sleepy friend I always want to spend |
| Sunday morning here with you |
| I cannot think of anything I’d rather |
| I’d rather do |
| Lounging in bed Sunday papers read |
| Windows open |
| First day of spring hear the kettle sing |
| Tea for two |
| Lady in lace sunlight on your face |
| Quite an eyeful |
| Such delightful déjà vu |
| Sunday morning here with you |
| Your kisses made with orange marmalade |
| Apple blossoms toast and tea |
| I cannot think of any place I’d rather |
| I’d rather be |
| My sleepy friend I always want to spend |
| Sunday morning here with you |
| I cannot think of anything I’d rather |
| I’d rather do |
| I’d rather, I’d rather do |
| I’d rather do |