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