Lyrics
Hello, hello, hello
whispers blow by
Years they fly by
bye, bye, away
I know
how high hope floats
when it's floating
away
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
My my how you've grown high
You remind me of myself when I was just about your age
Life blows, blows right through you
As soon as the day blooms
it slips away
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
Life's been good to me and overall I still believe that love is pure and exists to save us from emptiness
Someday you'll look back remember all the things that make you laugh and I sure hope that you embrace your youth because it goes to soon
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
Oh, I need a month of Sundays
Please don't take me yet
I'm not ready yet
I need a month of Sundays
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