Sunday, such an easy day Hoping I might see you again And if this life would go astray Don't you know that it's crazy to stay And since that wonderland is bliss It brings you to cease my fire Calling out to those other grand desire And nothing will come and set us free Those calming seas will guide you, Alice, to your endless breeze Well now, you would fall in line Ith them edisons in your fleece I somehow, would not reconcile To carry out that ailing disease And so you flee, in your timing And I'd let you be in God's hand Where crying is the least astoundingness delights