Sunday's Child

Written by: 
J. Martyn
24 Jan 1975

Saturday night comes creeping,
Saturday night comes creeping cold.
Saturday night comes laughing and dancing,
Sunday leaves you cold.

Saturday night comes crying,
Saturday night comes weeping and sore.
Saturday night finds you looking for friends,
That you don't want to see no more.

Saturday night comes crazy,
Saturday night comes swinging and wild.
Saturday night comes sharp as my suit;
I want to be Sunday's child...

Saturday night comes creeping,
Saturday night comes creeping and cold.
Saturday night comes laughing and dancing,
Sunday leaves you old.

Leaves you old...

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