Sunday Will Never Be The Same
Composer(s): Terry Cashman - Gene Pistilli
Performer(s): Spanky & Our Gang
and multiple other artists



Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da

I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand till it was almost dark

Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the lane to find
Nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes as I feel the embers die

No longer can I walk these paths, for they have changed
I must be off, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

I remember children feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine

Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da, ba-ba-ba-ba-da-aaahhh

Sunday will never be the same (Sunday will never be the same)
I lost my Sunday sun, he'll not be back again

Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be ...