Am Sonntag Morgen
On Sunday Morning


On Sunday morning, with your best clothes on,
I knew exactly where you’d gone,
And there were lots of folk that saw you
Who came round so’s to deplore you.
When they told me, I burst out laughing,
And then wept in my room till I could weep no more.
When they told me, I started singing,
Then alone, wrung my hands till they were sore.