But what I am certain What is enough Is just to remember that once, once I was loved I don't remember When I was young I don't recall the day when I first saw the sun I still surrender To troubles unknown No use pretending all the troubles ain't my own

I want a Sunday kind of love Every minute, every hour, every day I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of lover Who will show me the way My arms need someone to enfold To keep me warm when Monday's are cold A love for all my life to have and to hold A

I remember something Down along the creek Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening at is now is not the time, ooh

Beauty and the Beast Tale as old as time Ever as before And ever just as sure Certain as the sun Song as old as rhyme True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends