Month Of Sundays
Ton : CEnglish
ICve been living in this month of SunGdays
forC so long I dont remember SaturFday night.
BroCken records dont play new tunes
excGept for once in a blue moon.
And FIve looked but the mooGn is still whitCe.
And CIve been summoned to the summit of SunGdays
someCone somewhere may do something with hiFs life.
A smCokers lungs dont blow balloons
exceGpt for once in a blue moon.
And FIve looked but the mooGn is still whitCe.
RustFy guns fire rusty shots leopCards never change their spots
fireCworks always fade too soon.
EmptFy words dont mean a lot and froAmm me thats all youve got.
But GI swear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Ive Cbeen living in this month of SundaGys
and CI forget what Monday morning feelsF like.
BlusChing brides and handsome grooms deeGp in debt from honeymoons
StarFe above but the moGon is still whitCe.
Ive Cwandered into wondering if one daGy
whenC the war is won and one finalFly made two
WhenC we think not of what weve not and tGhink only of what weve got
And Fwe go dancing underGneath the blue mooCn.
All Fblack kettles and black pots seem to fight an awfCul lot
and Cmake the kitchen the most uncomfortable of rooms
EmptFy words dont mean a lot but frAmom me thats all youve got.
I swGear to you darling one day well stand beneath a blue moon.
Oh Amoh. Oh Coh. Oh Foh oh.
So CIve been living in this month of SundGays
andC I dont know it this month may be thrFough.
So Cwill you tell me that youll wait forG as long as it may take
AndF I swear darling Ill sGhow you a blue moCon
Oh Fmy darling Ill shGow you a blue mooCn.