I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We'd walk together hand in hand
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk along the lane to find
Sunday's just another day
Sunday will never be the same
(Sunday will never be the same)
Sunny afternoons that made me feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and gray as ashes
No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed
I must be home the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine and you were mine
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same