Sunday Afternoon On a lazy Sunday afternoon The mind is free to wander Memories of the past recalled The future free to ponder What will be, will be, they say And what has been, has been But what is was, and once was will Was too late to be seen Sadness takes its dreary toll And pain so hard forgotten Has scarred me deep inside my heart Where love was once begotten And in my pessimistic mind Which has heard just that one tune I only see my loneliness On a Sunday afternoon