Sugested Lyrics from Frank Sinatra

All My Tomorrows

I may not have a thing at allExcept for

Speak Low

Speak low, when you speak loveOur summer day withers away too

How Do You Keep The Music Playing?/My Funny Valentine

How do you keep the music playing?How do you make it

The House I Live In (That’s America to Me)

What is America to meA name, a map, or a flag

Tea for Two

Frank: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have

Summer Me, Winter Me

Summer me, winter meAnd with your kissesMorning me, evening meAnd as

Drinking Water (Agua de Beber)

love is rain, my heart the flowerI need your

Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars (Corcovado)

Quiet nights of quiet starsQuiet chords from my guitarFloating on the

(How Little It Matters) How Little We Know

How little we knowHow much to discoverWhat chemical forces flowFrom lover

Serenade In Blue

I hear that serenade in blueI'm somewhere in another

You’ll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a stormHold your head up highAnd don't

No One Ever Tells You

one ever tells you what's like to love and

Jeepers Creepers

creepersWhere'd you get those peepers?Jeepers creepersWhere'd you get those

Why Was I Born?

Why was I born? Why am I livin'?What do I get?

Winter Wonderland

Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'In the lane, snow is glisteningA

Come Up To My Place

Betty the taxi driver: First we see the sights, then let's

Deck the Halls

Deck the halls with boughs of hollyFa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la'Tis the season to

High Hopes (with Jack Kennedy)

is voting for Jack'Cause he's got what all the rest

I’m A Fool To Want You

a fool to want youI'm a fool to want

Just As Though You Were Here

wake each morning and I'll promise to laughI'll say

We've prepared the official lyrics It’s Sunday by Frank Sinatra on rare-Lyrics.com.
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Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love
It's Sunday, it's Sunday

She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes
Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses

We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday

It is Sunday, it's Sunday

Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses

We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday

FAQ: It’s Sunday by Frank Sinatra

Q. Who sings It’s Sunday

A. The hit track It’s Sunday is performed by Esm Frank Sinatra

Q. Who wrote the lyrics for It’s Sunday

A. All lyrics are written by Frank Sinatra

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