Sunday Morning - Me Singing -
Sunday Morning
Piano intro:
Verse:
Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Verse:
Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Chorus:
There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Verse:
Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
Chorus:
There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.
Verse:
Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore
On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat)
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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