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