If they asked me, I could write a bookAbout the way

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

(Feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday, feelin' kinda Sunday)(Feelin' kinda Sunday,

Writer(s): Wilder/EngvickThat year in Oakland HighWhen I was seventeenThe grass from

When you're all aloneAll the children grownAnd, like starlings, flown awayIt

somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves youAll

I can't stop lovin' youSo I've made up my mindTo live

Now nothing's impossible, I have foundFor when my chin is on

a star from out the skyAnd the sky feels

Oh, it's a long, long time from May to DecemberBut the

Hey nowTake a mip mack mop and a brim bram broomAnd

Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at nightIt could

Each time I see a crowd of peopleJust like a fool

Three coins in the fountainEach one seeking happinessThrown by three hopeful

None but the lonely heartCan know my sadnessAlone and partedFar from

Love is funny or it's sadOr it's quiet or it's madIt's

I must confess what you say is trueI had a rendez-vous

Pretend there is no silence, alone in your apartmentDon't notice things

If I could be with you, I'd love you strongIf I

Let's get lost, lost in each other's armsLet's get lost, let