Let It Be Sunday

Let it be Sunday
So I can sit down with you

Sun beats upon rain clouds
Just as the many decry the few

We're old and we're withered
Sang softly the hallowed canoes

Far fetched and high strung
The child rowers at long last withdrew

Your gold's no good
My ground I stood
Pages turn as they well should
Our minds misunderstood



Credits
Writer(s): Eli Schwarzschild
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