Some Sunday morning is going to be,
Some Sunday morning for someone and me.
Bells will be chiming an old melody,
Specially for someone and me.
There'll be an organ playing,
Friends and relations will stare,
Say, can't you hear them saying,
"Gee what a peach of a pair?"
Some Sunday morning, we'll walk down the aisle,
She'll be so nervous and I'll try to smile.
Things sure look rosy for someone and me,
Some Sunday morning, you'll see.
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