Verse 1

She ties a red bandana, rolls her sleeves with care,

A crisp shirt, loosened tie, and wind already in her hair.

She checks the little paper bag: two peaches, something sweet,

Then calls, “Come on, darling, the whole day’s at our feet!”

Verse 2

Her friend steps from the dressing room in skirts that softly sway,

Wide belt, layers upon layers, and a hat to top the day.

She pins a silver button, smiles at the looking glass,

Then takes her friend’s arm: “Let’s make the morning last.”

Chorus

Two girls, one Sunday, and nowhere to be,

A turn down the avenue, a table for tea.

One in a tie, one in satin and brim,

She saves her a seat; she saves a grin.

The day opens wide, and they’re stepping inside—

Two girls, one Sunday, side by side.