Lirieke:
The Sundays Joy

know Joy, joy and joy Work, work and work harder Sure as the hours Joy and joy and joy Work, work and work harder Sure as the hours Joy and joy and

Here?s the summer Gone creeping out just like the Sunday storm Just a little bit of brown Over the blue If you see me walking And the wind is loud

Vertaling: Bethany Joy Galeotti. Sondag Trein.

you loved me But you had to leave me So I?ll wait, I said On a Sunday train I can hear the whistle Blowing you away On a Sunday train I can hear