Sunday Morning (Up and Down My Street)

there's a dog a'barking
 there's no sunday parking
 no standing nine to noon
 and the air is breezy
 and the day breaks easy
 and the traffic hums a tune
 there's a sunday paper
 and a sleepy neighbor
 and a cat curled at your feet
 there's a breakfast frying
 and a baby crying
 and your smile is all I need
 and we're talking (and i love to hear you)
 and we're laughing (and i love to see you)
 and we're taking time and making love so sweet
 and the birds sing (i can hear them singing)
 and the bells ring (i can hear them ringing)
 and it's Sunday morning up and down my street
 where the sidewalk's broken
 there's a cafe open
 people spilling out the door
 and you're softly hummin'
 and the day is comin'
 when we won't be sad no more