pizzarelli, please.

I went to the John Pizzarelli concert with my mom last night. As usual, it did not disappoint.

He sang a song Frank Sinatra recorded in the 1980s that I had never heard before called "It's Sunday." It has taken me forever to find the name of the song, and to locate it on an album, but finally I found Pizzarelli's recording of it, on his album "Our Love Is Here to Stay."

Anyway, I've decided it's our song, A's and mine. The melody is so tender, with simple guitar accompaniment, and beautiful words. Look at these lyrics:

Drowsy morning sunlight, gentle kisses for my love
It's Sunday, it's Sunday


She needn't waken, I'll fix the eggs and bacon her way
While she just dozes
Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses


We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday


It is Sunday, it's Sunday


Lately I've taken to bringing her a flower on her tray
She's fond of roses

We'll talk away the morning, read the papers, misbehave
Enjoying each other
The world is ours to play in, we'll take a walk or stay in
Long and lazy hours to have and hide away in for one day
Thank goodness, it's Sunday