Sunday Morning

Sunday morning,

With shadows lazing long upon the lawn

Whispers of bird songs on the breeze

Sunday Morning,

Now golden leaves are drifting through the trees

The morning mist mellows early sun

And now that the summer's gone,

And days turn red and gold

And now that the early starlight

Comes frosty and cold

I turn to the one I love and sleepy eyes awake

To join in the beauty of the day about to break

Sunday morning,

The warmth of summer lingers for a while

A prelude to colder days to come

Sunday morning,

The wind combines her chorus to the song

Rushing the rustic sounds along

And now that the summer's gone,

And days turn red and gold

And now that the early starlight

Comes frosty and cold

I turn to the one I love and sleepy eyes awake

To join in the beauty of the day about to break

Days of such wonder bring a warmth from within

Diamond dew drops dance on shrouded bows

You are my Summer, Winter, Autumn and Spring

Sharing these moments time allows