Sunday In New York - Shirley Horn

New York on Sunday

Big city taking a nap

Slow down, it’s Sunday

Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap

If you’ve got troubles

Just take them out for a walk

They’ll burst like bubbles

In the fun of a Sunday in New York

You can spend time without spending a dime

Watching people watch people pass

Later you pause and in one of those stores

There’s that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You’re both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you through the week

Comes true on Sunday in New York

New York on Sunday

Big city taking a nap

Slow down, it’s Sunday

Life’s a ball, let it fall in your lap

And if you’ve got troubles

Go take them out for a walk

They’ll burst like bubbles

In the fun of a Sunday in New York

You can spend time without spending a dime

Watching people watch people pass

Later you pause and in one of those stores

There’s that face next to yours in the glass

Two hearts stop beating

You’re both too breathless to speak

Love smiles her greeting

Then the dream that has seen you through the week

Comes true on Sunday in New York

Comes true on Sunday in New York