i'm going green on a sunday morning on a sunday morning i picked apples from your eyes i walked 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 tippy-toed through your tomato garden in your tomato garden here is where i wanna die on a sunday morning on a sunday morning on a sunday morning (on a sunday morning, on a sunday morning, on a sunday morning etc etc)