Song Lyrics

It was Sunday morning when we met
The streets were still empty and glistening wet
I said:" How would you like
To share my Sunday Times?
The way to read a paper is over
Somebody else's shoulder"
You said:" yes", you said:" yes
I'd like to read the Times with you"
And we had tea and times for two

We went through good times and bad
Side by side and ad by ad
With time and Sundays flying by
Like paper planes in a summer sky
And Sunday was my favorite day
Until that Sunday you went away
Now you're gone and there's no one
To talk about elections with
And argue over sections with

It's Sunday morning, Sunday Blues
've got piles of old papers full of bad news
And I won't get out of bed
Until the sun has set
I've read the editorials, the week-end reviews
But I can't get through on the rest of the news
'cause now you're gone, now you're gone
I think of you between the lines
And I can't get through the Sunday Times

Joe Dassin, Richelle Dassin

The duration of Sunday Times is 2:22 minutes and seconds.