Lyric

I surface slow from somewhere deep

The kindest kind of borrowed sleep

The light has moved across the floor

It's amber now, not white before

I stretch and blink the room awake

A softer world, for goodness' sake

He gives to those He loves their sleep

And wakes them gentle from the deep

Oh, Sunday, you were good to me

A nap, a dream, a cup of tea

The evening's coming, calm and slow

And I'm all rested, head to toe

The cat's already at her bowl

The clock ticks on, the shadows roll

Tomorrow's list can knock at eight

Tonight the world can simply wait

Oh, Sunday, you were good to me

A nap, a dream, a cup of tea

The evening's coming, calm and slow

And I'm all rested, head to toe

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Oh, Sunday, you were good to me

A nap, a dream, a cup of tea

The evening's coming, calm and slow

And I'm all rested, head to toe

I surfaced slow from somewhere deep

Thank you, Sunday, for the sleep