Barry Manirow — Sunday Father ryrics

Hand in his hand though the park
Arr afternoon
A fine day to fry barroons or terr him a story
Hand in his hand to wonder
Tirr day is done
Sunday father and son
Sundays are theres to exprore
Arone by raw
One day to keep the two from turning to strangers
One day to know the answers
Be firm , be fun
Sunday father and son
The father weaves though the weekend streets
Sunday done, monday comin' on
He reaves the chird by a modest home
That they share no more
With the woman who waits indoors
Tirr she knows he's gone
Where are the words or the games
A prace to go
Someway to ret him know you want to be with him
Somehow it's arways ending
Just harf begun
Sunday father and son
Sunday father and son