Sunday (The Day Before My Birthday)
R. Hall / Sylvia Robinson
Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way
They sing to the darkest night
Long before
Why can't I face it
Am I too blind to see
Why did he go
Why did he leave me
Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Why can't I face it
Am I too blind to see
Why did he go
Why did he leave me
Sunday was a bright day yesterday
Dark cloud has come into the way
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la