The light of all the Sundays in this world
is beaming through that face of yours
Those magnificent colours - those beautiful melodies
all can be found in that smile of yours
All those magnificent colours - All those beautiful melodies
they all can be found in that smile of yours
And, all the Sundays in this world
they all can be found in that face of yours
Like fire itself - you're burning hot
You're like Jesus, himself, in the flesh
Our very own messiah, in this neighborhood of ours
Who knows all there is to know about hardship and cold
Loving you, it's such a wonderful thing
And, so is waiting for you
Dulling your pain, chasing away your sorrows
Comforting you, consoling you
Loving you is such a beautiful state to be in
and, longing for you, all the same
Like fire itself - you're burning hot
You're like Jesus, himself, in the flesh
Our very own messiah in this little neighborhood of ours
Who knows all there is to know about hardship and cold