| Song | Sunday Father |
| Artist | Barry Manilow |
| Album | One Voice |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Manilow | |
| Lyrics:Enoch Anderson Music:Barry Manilow | |
| hand in his hand though the park | |
| all afternoon | |
| a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
| hand in his hand to wonder | |
| till day is done | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sundays are theres to explore | |
| alone by law | |
| one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
| one day to know the answers | |
| be firm , be fun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
| sunday done, monday comin' on | |
| he leaves the child by a modest home | |
| that they share no more | |
| with the woman who waits indoors | |
| till she knows he's gone | |
| where are the words or the games | |
| a place to go | |
| someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
| somehow it's always ending | |
| just half begun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sunday father and son |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Manilow | |
| Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
| hand in his hand though the park | |
| all afternoon | |
| a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
| hand in his hand to wonder | |
| till day is done | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sundays are theres to explore | |
| alone by law | |
| one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
| one day to know the answers | |
| be firm , be fun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
| sunday done, monday comin' on | |
| he leaves the child by a modest home | |
| that they share no more | |
| with the woman who waits indoors | |
| till she knows he' s gone | |
| where are the words or the games | |
| a place to go | |
| someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
| somehow it' s always ending | |
| just half begun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sunday father and son |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Manilow | |
| Lyrics: Enoch Anderson Music: Barry Manilow | |
| hand in his hand though the park | |
| all afternoon | |
| a fine day to fly balloons or tell him a story | |
| hand in his hand to wonder | |
| till day is done | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sundays are theres to explore | |
| alone by law | |
| one day to keep the two from turning to strangers | |
| one day to know the answers | |
| be firm , be fun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| the father weaves though the weekend streets | |
| sunday done, monday comin' on | |
| he leaves the child by a modest home | |
| that they share no more | |
| with the woman who waits indoors | |
| till she knows he' s gone | |
| where are the words or the games | |
| a place to go | |
| someway to let him know you want to be with him | |
| somehow it' s always ending | |
| just half begun | |
| sunday father and son | |
| sunday father and son |