Ether Sunday - Trey Anastasio

Sunday morning

Shadows on the shade

Yellow dusted fingers bent

Through day old lemonade

Sounds of breathing

The birds singing in the trees

Beautiful monring

There’s no place I’d rather be

I sit right down and I rest awhile

By a shady tree

Golden rows of summer

Stretched as far as I can see

Sounds of music

Are rippling through my head

Harry’s in the kitchen

Captain’s still in bed

Cuz life is just a funny dream

And someday

I’ll share this dream with you

Just to be with you

This much I pray

It’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s true

Life is just a funny dream

And someday

I’ll share this dream with you

Just to be with you

This much I pray

It’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s true, it’s true