Misty Sunday Mornings are no good for me

Do you know how good it would be if you'd only stop and see?

You'd find that I am so alone

Be dear to me Sunday Morn'

Misty Sunday Mornings used to go so well

And you know right now I find myself hiding in a shell

These days are driving me to roam

Help if you can Sunday Morn'

And it's good for you, and it's good for me

Helping one another in our own big family

And so I'm in need of your help

Will you lend a hand?

Is there any other way to understand?

Misty Sunday Mornings used to represent me

And I tried so hard to be the best that I know how to be

Can you see right through me dear; I hope?

Hoping so much you hold me close

And it's good for you, and it's good for me

Helping one another in our own big family

And so I'm in need of your help

Will you lend a hand?

Is there any other way to understand?