Sunday Will Never Be The Same:Spanky And Our Gang. #9 in 1967. #1. I remember Sunday morning, I would meet him at the park. We'd walk together hand in hand, til it was almost dark. Now I wake up Sunday morning, walk across the way to find, nobody waiting for me, Sunday's just another day... Chorus: Sunday will never be the same. I've lost my Sunday song, He'll not be back again. #2. Sunny afternoons that make me feel so warm inside, have turned as cold and gray as ashes, as I feel the embers die. No longer can I walk these paths for they have changed. I must be on, the sun is gone and I think it's gonna rain. Chorus: ADD: I remember children..feeding flocks of pigeons. I remember sunshine..and you were mine. Chorus:(Key Change to ) Sunday will never be the same. I've lost my Sunday song, he'll not be back again. ADD: Sunday will never be the same.(x3) A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.