Tell Me On A Sunday Poem by Paul Reed

"Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze
Tell me on a Sunday please"

from 'Tell Me On A Sunday'- Andrew Lloyd Webber


Now that the week is over
Now that the week is done
Now no longer the rover
Now the empty gun

Who fired his shots in his younger days
With none left now to fire
Who lived life in a blurring haze
Who never seemd to tire

So let the afternoon sun sink
Let the day draw to a close
Take me home for one more drink
And to smell the faded rose.