Fresh As A Sweet Sunday Morning

Like a high stepping pony

Strutting and prancing

Ah, she's so full of life

Sparkling with tiny red roses

Let there be music to please her

Let it be sun bright to light up her day

Let the moon light her night

And fill her with deep silent sleepiness

If I were a small bird so tiny

I'd hide in her hair just to be near her

To hear her sweet voice

And feel her sweet body beside me

And if I were a high lord with riches

I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands

I would shoe her in gold

Then invite her to sit at my table

Step out young lady a dancing

To the sound of sweet music

So gaily come singing

For your beauty, so rare

Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning