To wake smiling for the day
Oh the beautiful day
A day of rest they used to say
Oh my beautiful Sunday
As the day moves on through
The heart smiles at the hours to do
The soul relaxes and feels the joy
Oh my beautiful Sunday
The sun begins to fall in the sky
The sinking feeling appears inside
Oh why do you leave me so unsatisfied
Oh my beautiful Sunday
Lyn Hepple
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-sunday-3/
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