Sunday

Rain turns to snow

As you tune the radio

To the racing Irish music

Playin warmer than the stove

The dog roams the yard

She's sniffin' about the garden

By the statue of St. Paul

Oh Damascus ain't so far

It's early in the season

But the leaves and geese

The night's are growin' strong

And I'm up late watchin' TV

It's snowin on the screen

Like rising silver streamers

From a locomotive's chimney

Or like skyscraper confetti

Beneath the drooping awning

I remember you astonishin'

Go to sleep, it's Sunday night

Or maybe Monday morning

You muttered in your sleep

A lonely peaceful dream

Seems you were explorin'

A land of evergreens

Take me to a dreamland

Of reverberating canyons

The orange panorama

Of red and purple sand

Where the streams trickle by

Only ankle high

And I'll sleep from Monday morning

All the way to Sunday night