Sunday Feels like Summertime

[Verse 1]
You left your blue scarf by the garden gate
I found it there when the hour grew late
Your name was stitched in a crooked line
I held it close like a valentine

[Chorus]
Stay a little, sweetheart, stay
Let the hours drift away
When your hand is resting in mine
Even Sunday feels like summertime

[Verse 2]
The corner diner knows your cherry pie
The old clock stops when you pass me by
You laugh and fold your napkin twice
I save that smile like a roll of dice

[Chorus]
Stay a little, sweetheart, stay
Let the hours drift away
When your hand is resting in mine
Even Sunday feels like summertime

[Bridge]
If the morning calls you down the road
Take my letter, take my coat
Every mile will bring you near
I’ll be right here, my dear

[Final Chorus]
Stay a little, sweetheart, stay
Let the hours drift away
When your hand is resting in mine
Even Sunday feels like summertime
Stay a little, sweetheart, stay
Let me love you every day

1950s doo-wop oldies ballad, relaxed swaying triplet groove, upright bass, brushed snare and handclaps, clean electric guitar fills, gentle piano, close stacked male vocal harmonies answering a smooth earnest male lead; intimate verses open into a memorable, tender chorus, vintage mono-inspired warmth with clear vocal presence and light tape saturation