On Sunday mornings we all head To the water's edge Lie down and watch the world unfold Overhead You have the clouds I have the birds You hum the tune I've got the words All those stone buildings leave me feeling Oh so cold DOn't make them right or true or good Just because yhey're old You have the Sun I have the sky We are all here now There is no why Sunday at the Beach Sunday at the Beach So hot, so cool Sunday at the Beach Sunday at the Beach No wisemen, no fools Nothing to accept, yet the ocean Always lets us in And leaves the sun and sand and sun Lying on our skin You've got the sand I've got the trees Kissed by the sun Swept up by the breeze Sunday at the Beach Sunday at the Beach So hot, so cool Sunday at the Beach Sunday at the Beach No carpenter, no tools Sunday at the beach, etc