Tekst en muziek: Terry Cashman en Gene Pistilli
(1967)
I remember Sunday morning
I would meet him at the park
We’d walk together hand in hand
Till it was almost dark
Now I wake up Sunday morning
Walk across the way, to find
Nobody waiting for me
Sunday’s just another day
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
I’ve lost my Sunday-song
He’ll not be back again
Sunny afternoons that make me
Feel so warm inside
Have turned as cold and grey as ashes
As I feel the embers die
No longer can I walk these paths
For they have changed
I must be on, the sun is gone
And I think it’s gonna rain
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
I’ve lost my Sunday-song
He’ll not be back again
I remember children
Feeding flocks of pigeons
I remember sunshine
And you were mine
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
I’ve lost my Sunday-song
He’ll not be back again
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same
Sunday will never be the same