(Harvey Andrews)
Chorus:
Dinner was roast beef, potatoes piled high
Followed by ice-cream and crusty fruit pie
We'd settle down to let Sunday drift by
Let Sunday drift by
Sundays were family days I recall
Sleeping in late, no siren call
Papers that showered like snow in the hall
Biscuits and tea in my bed
Dad would rise late, never bothered to shave
The street was as empty and cold as the grave
Then bands would come round playing Souls To Be Saved
And I'd love the slide trombone
Old Billy Cotton and Breezy would sing
Family favourites, well they meant everything
'Life with the Lyons' and jokes that would bring
Smiles as the rain came down
Muffins and marmalade toasted for tea
Feet up on cushions so we could see
Eamonn and Gilbert and those who would be
Asking us, What's My Line?
Hot cup of cocoa and the book by my bed
Tomorrow is Monday, a schoolday instead
But I always carried the thought in my head
Next Sunday would soon be around