Sunday

Rain turns to snow As you tune the radio To the racing Irish music Playin warmer than the stove The dog roams the yard She's sniffin' about the garden By the statue of St. Paul Oh Damascus ain't so far It's early in the season But the leaves and geese The night's are growin' strong And I'm up late watchin' TV It's snowin on the screen Like rising silver streamers From a locomotive's chimney Or like skyscraper confetti Beneath the drooping awning I remember you astonishin' Go to sleep, it's Sunday night Or maybe Monday morning You muttered in your sleep A lonely peaceful dream Seems you were explorin' A land of evergreens Take me to a dreamland Of reverberating canyons The orange panorama Of red and purple sand Where the streams trickle by Only ankle high And I'll sleep from Monday morning All the way to Sunday night