It is Sunday afternoon And the hills are turning blue It is only for my eyes I don´t want to share my mind
It is Sunday afternoon And I got to hold the moon And then it rooled right passed my eyes And it crashed into my arms
And so I fly And so I fly I don´t think like coming down When I´m high above the town I won´t come down I won´t come down And if the sky has got a son It is me, I am the one Moving clouds
It is Sunday afternoon And I feel it´s ending soon I wont to stay awhile
I don´t want to leave the sky
Now it´s Monday afterglow And it´s time to end the show Clouds like curtains closed And the blue inside it grows
And so I fly And so I fly I don´t think like coming down When I´m high above the town I won´t come down I won´t come down And if the sky has got a son It is me, I am the one Moving clouds
Oh how I find
I need Sunday afternoon Give me Sunday afternoon I need Sunday afternoon Give me Sunday afternoon
It was Sunday afternoon But it was over all too soon I´d like to come again Back to where it all began
So I can fly So I can fly With my feet here on the ground I don´t feel like staying down So let me fly Through the sky And when the night it has to come