EMPTY SUNDAY
Paroles et musique: Napier-Bell, Wickham, 1968

Walked through the streets on my own

Empty Sunday at dawn

Six o'clock and you've gone

Grey little square in the town

Empty Sunday alone without you

Where is home

I see your face

I see your smile

I see the eyes that used to cry

I see the lips I used to kiss

I can't forget

See you standing all alone

I see the things that I did wrong

I see I didn't try enough to give you love

Cold on the bench in the park

Empty Sunday is here

Empty day, empty year

I see your face

I see your smile

I see the eyes that used to cry

I see the lips I used to kiss

I can't forget

See you standing all alone

I see the things that I did wrong

I see I didn't try enough to give you love

I see your face

I see your smile

I see the eyes that used to cry

I see the lips I used to kiss

I can't forget

See you standing all alone

I see the things that I did wrong

I see I didn't try enough to give you love