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"February the 10th. Sunday. Noise. Peace."
SUNDAY  MORNING

	Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday
Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday morning
Lots of time
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
SUNDAY  MORNING

	Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday
SUNDAY  MORNING

	Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday
SUNDAY  MORNING

	Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday
of myself.
Noises are taking away my casualness.
Noises are making me scared.
Big noises are made by big shots.
Some noises should never be heard.
Another manic Monday,
Praying for the week to go by
While Jimmy's at the golf course
Smoking on a Cuban Delight
Now money, money, we all got to make
SUNDAY  MORNING

	Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream
But I can't be late
'Cause then
Words and Music by Margo Guryan



Sunday morning
Sun shining from your eyes
Sleepy face 
Smiling into mine

Sunday morning
Lots of time
with you
On Sunday morning

It's so quiet in the street
We can hear the sounds of feet walking by
I'll put coffee on to brew
We can have a cup
Sunday morning
Brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning
Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine
all alone feeling empty again.
Frightened by each sadder day,
So long since you smiled.
You will find no peace of mind
Til you're Sunday's child.
a symphony played
By a passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up to my room
And it's beggin' for me
Just to give it a tune
Made of joy an of strife
Like a symphony played
By a passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up to my room
And it's
Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
There's a village green.
It's been a long time
Since I last set eyes
put all my eggs in a postmodern song
Lucy can't dance to the noise but she knows what the noise can do
Or this shallow orb mugged by reality
Just
Made of joy an of strife
Like a symphony played
By a passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up to my room
And it's
I can't seem to make it through Sunday
I can't seem to make it through Sunday

Monday through Saturday I get by just fine
Every other day
Out in the country far from all the soot and noise of the city
There's a village Green, it's been a long time
Since I last set eyes on the church
before what about it what can you 
Do closed for the weekend speak before 
I drink and drink before I speak 
Developments arrested by speech and no
Made of joy an of strife
Like a symphony played
By a passing parade
It's the music of life

What a beautiful noise
Comin' up to my room
And it's