Sunday in New York Songtext
von Mel Tormé

New York on Sunday
Big city taking a nap
Slow down, it′s Sunday
Life's a ball, let it fall in your lap

If you′ve got troubles
Just take them out for a walk
They'll burst like bubbles
In the fun of a Sunday in New York

You can spend time without spending a dime
Watching people, watch people pass
Later you pause and in one of those stores
There's that face next to yours in the glass


Two hearts stop beating
You′re both too breathless to speak
Love smiles her greeting
Then the dream that has seen you through the week
Comes true on Sunday in New York

So you can take a short, nautical break
They′ve got boats by the lake for hire
If there's a storm, you just make a run home
And get cozy and warm by a fire
By Monday morning, you′re both agreed, it was fate
As day comes dawning, if you can't pick the spot or set the date

New man on Sunday
New York on Sunday
So make it Sunday in New York