Days Like This: Sunday Mornings

Monday, September 27, 2010

Sunday Mornings

Sunday mornings... sleeping late, then lingering over coffee, breakfast and the crossword. Rarely a puzzle that Jim and I can't solve when we work at it together. On the deck in the summer. In front of the fire in winter. Love those lazy Sunday mornings.

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Days Like This

Van Morrison

When it's not always raining
When there's no one complaining
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well, my mama told me, "There'll be days like this"

When you don't need to worry
When no one's in a hurry
When you don't get betrayed by that old Judas kiss
Oh, my mama told me, "There'll be days like this"

When you don't need an answer
When you don't meet a chancer
When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit
Then I must remember there'll be days like this

When everyone is up front and they're not playing tricks
When you don't have no freeloaders out to get their kicks
When it's nobody's business the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember there'll be days like this

When no one steps on my dreams
When people understand what I mean
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well, my mama told me, "There'll be days like this"

Monday, September 27, 2010

Sunday Mornings

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