Grace McLean - Sunday Morning lyrics

[NATASHA] Has Andrey arrived? Has Andrey arrived? He has not arrived He will never come Or something will happen to me Before he does [MARYA] Come to church, dear [SONYA] Marya Dmitryevna likes Sundays And knows how to keep them The whole house has been scrubbed and cleaned Roast goose and s**ling pig Filled our noses with glee We wear holiday dresses Travel by troika to church [MARYA] God is everywhere [NATASHA] I suffer more now than before The theater and Anatole That man who aroused such terrible feelings I don't understand Have I broken faith with Andrey? Am I guilty? [SONYA] After church, Marya left For Prince Bolkonsky's [MARYA] The rudeness of that man, I'll straighten him out! [NATASHA] That terrible old Prince [SONYA] There, there Natasha It's not your fault Here, kiss me [NATASHA] I can't bear to think of it I'll shut myself in my room And try on new dresses [SONYA] And just after Marya left, There was a knock at the door Natasha had just turned her head to the gla** When she heard a voice that made her flush