Sunday/Walk On

Texts (c) 2026 Peter Keijsers SUNDAY/WALK ON I just wander around With no specific direction in mind The trees turn red and yellow And announce the beginning of fall The streets are strewn with a thin layer of rain After a gentle autumn shower A brave cyclist ventures down the street And almost slips on a bend Unmoved, I watch the spectacle And walk on… I walk along the water Ships sail past A few children stand on the shore They're feeding the ducks with stale bread Unmoved, I observe the scene And walk on… (Walk on...) Music comes from a café A few people are sitting at the bar, talking Unmoved, I look at this still life And walk on… (Walk on...) (Walk on...) I am home again Kick my shoes into a corner I sit down on my favorite couch Which is otherwise empty In a chilly room without sound It's Sunday... (Walk on...) (Walk on...) (Walk on...) Walk on (It's Sunday) Walk on (It's Sunday) Walk on (It's Sunday) Walk on... (It's Sunday) It's Sunday...