Sunday, lovely sunday

Sundays are slow 
Never pretentious, oh no 
Silent and closed 
And we don't really have to know 
Where to go 

Holding hands with the one I love 
She wears mittens, I wear gloves 
There must be someone above 
Holding hands with the one I love 
We could catch a picture show 
Rent a (Sunday) video 
We could stay out in the snow 
"Sunday slow" 

Sundays are meant 
To let the quilt become a tent 
Sundays well-spent 
Don't need a reason, no intent 

Holding hands wi th the one I love 
She wears mittens, I wear gloves 
There must be someone above 
Holding hands with the one I love 
We could catch a picture show 
Rent a (Sunday) video 
We could stay out in the snow 
Order greasy food to go