good old Sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere
you’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way
turn your love my way, yeah
good old Sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere
you’re my blue sky, you’re my sunny day
Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way
turn your love my way, yeah
I'm still a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!