Verse 1:         It might have been Sunday, not a year ago,

The day I first saw you at the piano ... playing soft and slow.

The notes I’ve forgotten; there’s just your sweet face,

It’s burned on my memory like a long embrace.

 

Chorus:           How often I’ve wondered how fine it might be;

If my time were your time, would you fall for me?

You’re asking if I’m okay; we old guys are tough, they say.

No, I didn’t cry one single day this week;

It might have been Sunday.

 

 

Verse 2:         It might have been Sunday, though some months have passed,

            When your smile was for me; we grew close so fast, but it couldn’t last.

                        For you’re a young woman still finding herself;

                        I know now your sweet face is for someone else.

 

(Repeat Chorus)

 

 

Bridge            It might have been Sunday, how the weeks go by,

We talked about friendship; you were wondering why.

I’ll ache for those moments when our paths may cross,

One look at your sweet face and all is not lost.

 

(Repeat chorus)

 

 

Tag:                Sunday, It might have been Sunday,

When I didn’t cry.