| Song | Sunday Morning |
| Artist | Gretchen Peters |
| Album | Circus Girl: The Best of Gretchen Peters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| there’s a dog a’barking | |
| there’s no sunday parking | |
| no standing nine to noon | |
| and the air is breezy | |
| and the day breaks easy | |
| and the traffic hums a tune | |
| there’s a sunday paper | |
| and a sleepy neighbor | |
| and a cat curled at your feet | |
| there’s a breakfast frying | |
| and a baby crying | |
| and your smile is all I need | |
| and we’re talking (and i love to hear you) | |
| and we’re laughing (and i love to see you) | |
| and we’re taking time and making love so sweet | |
| and the birds sing (i can hear them singing) | |
| and the bells ring (i can hear them ringing) | |
| and it’s Sunday morning up and down my street | |
| where the sidewalk’s broken | |
| there’s a cafe open | |
| people spilling out the door | |
| and you’re softly hummin’ | |
| and the day is comin’ | |
| when we won’t be sad no more |
| there' s a dog a' barking | |
| there' s no sunday parking | |
| no standing nine to noon | |
| and the air is breezy | |
| and the day breaks easy | |
| and the traffic hums a tune | |
| there' s a sunday paper | |
| and a sleepy neighbor | |
| and a cat curled at your feet | |
| there' s a breakfast frying | |
| and a baby crying | |
| and your smile is all I need | |
| and we' re talking and i love to hear you | |
| and we' re laughing and i love to see you | |
| and we' re taking time and making love so sweet | |
| and the birds sing i can hear them singing | |
| and the bells ring i can hear them ringing | |
| and it' s Sunday morning up and down my street | |
| where the sidewalk' s broken | |
| there' s a cafe open | |
| people spilling out the door | |
| and you' re softly hummin' | |
| and the day is comin' | |
| when we won' t be sad no more |
| there' s a dog a' barking | |
| there' s no sunday parking | |
| no standing nine to noon | |
| and the air is breezy | |
| and the day breaks easy | |
| and the traffic hums a tune | |
| there' s a sunday paper | |
| and a sleepy neighbor | |
| and a cat curled at your feet | |
| there' s a breakfast frying | |
| and a baby crying | |
| and your smile is all I need | |
| and we' re talking and i love to hear you | |
| and we' re laughing and i love to see you | |
| and we' re taking time and making love so sweet | |
| and the birds sing i can hear them singing | |
| and the bells ring i can hear them ringing | |
| and it' s Sunday morning up and down my street | |
| where the sidewalk' s broken | |
| there' s a cafe open | |
| people spilling out the door | |
| and you' re softly hummin' | |
| and the day is comin' | |
| when we won' t be sad no more |