Saturday Sun
Saturday sun came early one morningIn a sky so clear and blueSaturday sun came without warningSo no-one knew what to do.Saturday sun brought people and facesThat didn't seem much in their dayBut when I remember those people and placesThey were really too good in their way.In their wayIn their waySaturday sun won't come and see me today.
Think about stories with reason and rhymeCircling through your brain.And think about people in their season and timeReturning again and againAnd againAnd againAnd saturday's sun has turned to sunday's rain.
So sunday sat in the saturday sunAnd wept for a day gone by.