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
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
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Writer(s): Eli Schwarzschild
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