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.