Sunday morning I wake up with you dreaming by my side and I say I wish this could last forever. Sunday morning I wake up from the dream I had last night. The one where you were twenty-five and I'd dreamt of Sunday mornings.

By your side. By your side.

Oh hold me now, my little angel. Hold me now and feel my love. Oh hold me now my little angel. Hold me now and feel my love.

It'll guide you through your darkest night, though I pray that you'll have none. It'll warm you like the brightest light--a thousand California suns.

And Monday morning I wake up and I stress about my job. Sometimes this debt feels like too much and I race to Sunday morning. Sunday morning I woke up with you dreaming by my side and I say wouldn't it be nice if every day were Sunday morning.

By your side. By your side.

Oh hold me now, my little angel. Hold me now and feel my love. Oh hold me now my little angel. Hold me now and feel my love.

It'll guide you through your darkest night, though I pray that you'll have none. It'll warm you like the brightest light--a thousand California suns.

May your life be golden. May each every one of your dreams come true. May your life be golden. And may the good wind carry you.

May your life be golden. May each every one of your dreams come true. May your life be golden. And may the good wind carry you.