Sunday Mornings - The Cats

Every Sunday morning she was passin' by same time

On her way to church as I remember

Always wearing a worn out rain coat

Its colour lookin' kind of grey

Looking kind of grave

But to me it looked fine in every way

Every day then I spent dreaming about her

And a week seemed so much longer at the time

Lord, she gave me such a brand new feeling

Burning deep inside

It made me wanna reach up in the sky

She was my, oh my, my lady

My, my Sunday morning lady

Her memory once will grow vague in my mind

But never she will quite vanish out of my

Out of my life

Many years have gone by

Many songs of love I’ve sung

Many of them now seem long forgotten

But there’s always a few left of ‘em

That we do remember well

How I love them old songs to hear again

Every day then I spend dreaming about her

And a week seemed so much longer at the time

Lord, she gave me such a brand new feeling

Burning deep inside

It made me wanna reach up in the sky

She was my, oh my, my lady

My, my Sunday morning lady

Her memory once will grow vague in my mind

But never she will quite vanish out of my

Out of my life

Out of my life

Out of my life