Lyrics
Sunday Morning as I lay in my bed
the warmth of her touch on my face,
or wait a minute was it all in my head?
a dream so real I could almost taste it.
There she was with her long flowing hair
with eyes so vast with words, her soft-spoken stare.
Graceful lips curve to paint in her smile
so captivating, so captivating.
Lost for words to describe the feeling
a spark, connection, the bait, the reel-in.
Now I know the answer I;ve found, the answer I've found.
Dear Lady, you don't know me at all
we maybe met once in a masquerade ball
One night in a half-real dream
One dance in the moonlight a-wade in the stream
Behind this charade, behind this facade
I know now you see me and find it quite odd
to hear the story as I sing this song so true
of how I fell for you.
Sunday morning breeze is blowing so free
caressing my skin ever delicately
The way your fingers fell into my hands
so captivating, captivating.
Sunday morning as I lay in my bed
the dream of last night as reality, dead.
A glass slipper is my future with you.
So captivating, so real and true.