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)