Album Title: Frank Sinatra: The Reprise Collection, Disc 4
Prime Artist: Frank Sinatra
Guitar: Tony Mottola
Written by: Susan Burkenhead
Written by: Jule Styne
Lyrics:
Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love
It's Sunday, it's Sunday
She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes
Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
It is Sunday, it's Sunday
Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses
We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday
Transcribed by Ron Hontz
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