Testi:
Silver Sunday Morning

You'll be comin' down For a while you'll go sparkling by Just another pretty thing on high [Sax solo] Like a thief on a Sunday morning It all falls

and strung like a violin I was Yours was the face with a grace From a different age You were the sun in my Sunday morning You were the sun in my Sunday morning

skin for skin Eye for eye and tooth for tooth Heart for heart and soul for soul Somebody said what is true Lock it up and close it down The sound of morning

songs of our gold and silver days Days filled with innocence and light Not a penny to our name We were happy just the same In our gold and silver days

you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning, when the sky was gray? We filed out of the churchyard, so cold, it was silver To

and we'll all take a ride Wait for the wagon wait for the wagon Wait for the wagon and we'll all take a ride Now it's every Sunday morning dear when

Three silver rings on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn We found a room that rainy morning She took my hand

hiding out from the smoke and the rage Well, a lifetime living on the red plains Watching out as it all goes up in flames Get up on Sunday morning, repent

to Z (Chorus) Well my mom called me up And she gave me my last warning Said there'll be hell to pay If I miss church this Sunday morning