Sunday morning I will meet Pam   The sun shines so bright, the blue sky don’t lie    Sunday morning light      I walk through the empty Sunday morning streets   The wind blows so warm, the sunlight can’t hide   Sunday morning light      I wonder, what a perfect (Sunday) morning   I could lay down on the ground, say to everyone around:   - Feel this Sunday morning light!      My dear Pam, can you feel this morning light?   I’m sure that you do, anyway I’ll share with you   All this Sunday morning light