Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
I hear a voice that softly asks me
Will you come downstairs with me?
Do you have to work later or are you free today?
And will you go out with me for a bit?
How fast time flies
Just yesterday I saw her for the first time
She lay here in my arms
And how good time looks on her
And see she's changed a little once more
But no matter how big she gets
In my eyes she'll always stay small
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
I hear the front door open very softly
And I fall asleep at ease
I'd much rather have gone to pick her up
If I wouldn't be standing there
By now she finds her way home
How fast time flies
Just yesterday I saw her for the first time
She lay here in my arms
How good time looks on her
And see she's changed a little once more
But no matter how big she gets
In my eyes she'll always stay small
And sometimes when I close my eyes
We walk together on the beach
And then she pauses time for a moment
For a moment it's just like back then
And she needs me again
Quarter past seven on Sunday morning
She hears my voice softly waking her
And how good time looks on her
Now belongs to somebody else for good
But wherever she may be
In my thoughts she's here with me
In my eyes she'll always stay small