I'm going green on a sunday morning on a sunday morning i pick apples from your eyes i walk the streets my lazy blue-eyed morning my lazy blue-eyed morning and i ride donkeys through the fire do you remember when i drew us both a raincloud and we wore it like a gold crown above the x's on our eyes we tippytoed through your tomato garden in your tomato garden, dear is where i want to die on a sunday morning oh, on a sunday morning oh, on a sunday morning on a sunday morning on a sunday morning on a sunday morning on a sunday morning...