The night descends and shadows fall on a angel deep in pray, a drunken dancing
harlequin is tumbling down the stairs, the haunting sounds of violins hangs
above the air, is this the place where dreams begin, last night my feet danced

there, Vienna Sunday, where lovers came to play, Vienna Sunday, we gave our
hearts away, Vienna Sunday, I had you to myself, Vienna Sunday, just you and no
one else. The ghost of Mozart walks among the people on the streets, Johan

Sebastian shakes the hands of everyone he meets, and still they raise a glass of
wine, and drink to absent friends, a long forgotten pantomime, a dream that
never ends, Vienna Sunday, where lovers came to play, Vienna Sunday, we gave our

hearts away, Vienna Sunday, I had you to myself, Vienna Sunday, just you and no
one else. Vienna Sunday, where lovers came to play, Vienna Sunday, we gave our
hearts away, Vienna Sunday, I had you to myself, Vienna Sunday, just you and no

one else. Vienna Sunday, where lovers came to play, Vienna Sunday, we gave our
hearts away, Vienna Sunday, I have you to my self, Vienna Sunday