Sunday Morning Wyn Starks

Ladadadadada~ ladada~
Ladadadadada~ ladada~

Come Sunday mornin'
I'll be home
I know you've been awaitin'
By your teleephone
I'll just done singin'
Til' the crowd is gone
Can't wait til Sunday mornin'
I'll be comin home

So, I can see you dance real slow
Swayin' as the fire burns gold
Hold you til' we both grow old
But until that time

Every dark night
Every street light
And every sunrise
Gets me closer to you
Every time come
Every text tone
On my cellphone
Gets me closer to you
Baby come Sunday mornin'
I'll be comin home