Take me on a Sunday trip.
I don’t care – anywhere you want to go.
Some place where the air is clean,
Where we can smell the flowers.
If within the hour it starts to rain
We’ll pretend
It’s still a sunny day.

Let’s get on a bus.
There’s a stop—a forest just a mile away.
We’ll find a tree to lie beneath,
A mighty oak to hide us.
If the clouds blow in again,
We’ll pretend
It’s still a sunny day.

• The morning mist has cleared.
• The clouds have left the sky.
• Its time to wake – begin the day,
• Before it’s just another day
• Gone by the way of many days,
• Another day gone by.

• All I want to say to you,
• All that I believe is true,
• My heart is full,
• My mind is blank
• So I take this time to thank,
• Thank-you just for being here.
• Thank-you love, for staying near
• For putting up with all my ills
• From temper fits to coffee spills.

• For being the balm that soothes the pain,
• The inner pain that puts a strain
• And tries to cloud each day with mist.
• Thank-you my love for all of this
• And more, oh so much more that I could say
• But I will save it, if I may.

• The morning mist has cleared.
• The clouds have left the sky.
• Its time to wake – begin the day,
• Lest it becomes another day
• Gone by the way of many days
• Another day gone by.