I'm going green
On a sunday morning
On a sunday morning
I pick apples from your eyes
I walk the streets
My lazy blue-eyed morning
My lazy blue-eyed morning
And i ride donkeys through the fire
Do you remember
When i drew us both a raincloud
And we wore it like a gold crown
Above the x's on our eyes
We tippytoed through your tomato garden
In your tomato garden, dear
Is where i want to die
On a sunday morning
Oh, on a sunday morning
Oh, on a sunday morning
On a sunday morning
On a sunday morning
On a sunday morning
On a sunday morning (repeated)