Some Sunday morning is going to be
Some Sunday morning for someone and me.
Bells will be chiming an old melody,
SpecÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'lly for someone and me.
ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll be an organ playing,
Friends and relations will stare,
Say, canÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't you hear them saying,
ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂGee, what a peach of a pair!?
Some Sunday morning weÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll walk down the aisle,
HeÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll (sheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll) be so nervousand IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll try to smile,
Things sure look rosy for someone and me,
Some Sunday morning, youÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ'll see.