Sunday morning   Shadows on the shade   Yellow dusted fingers bent   Through day old lemonade   Sounds of breathing   The birds singing in the trees   Beautiful monring   There's no place I'd rather be      I sit right down and I rest awhile   By a shady tree   Golden rows of summer   Stretched as far as I can see   Sounds of music   Are rippling through my head   Harry's in the kitchen   Captain's still in bed      Cuz life is just a funny dream   And someday   I'll share this dream with you   Just to be with you   This much I pray   It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true      Life is just a funny dream   And someday   I'll share this dream with you   Just to be with you   This much I pray   It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true