Lyrics

(Michelle Malone)
Many midnight afternoons
Counting questions in my room
Pulling threads, unraveling

Easter Sunday at my door
You appeared like the sun’s warmth
Familiar stranger from my dreams
It was nearly supper time
We made breakfast and drank red wine from coffee cups
On Easter Sunday
Oh, on Easter Sunday

I cleaned the frying pan and plates
Then we watched Easter Parade
I felt warm and safe like I belonged
Soon a kiss had found its way
And I asked if you could stay
Somewhere I could hear a song
And then it started to snow
So, we kitchen danced to music playing in our heads
On Easter Sunday
Oh, on Easter Sunday

That’s the way our love began
Still my heart is in your hands
Don’t wake me, if I’m dreaming
On Easter Sunday, oh
On Easter Sunday, oh
On Easter Sunday
On Easter Sunday