Saturday sun
Came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun
Came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.
Saturday sun
Brought people and faces
That didn't seem much
In their day
But when I remember
Those people and places
They were really too good
In their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come
And see me today.
Think about stories
With reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain
And think about people
In their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
And Saturday's sun
Has turned to Sunday's rain.
So Sunday sat
In the Saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by.
