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The Seekers

Angeline Is Always Friday

 

Angeline Is Always Friday

(albüm: Seekers Seen In Green - 1967)


Clatter the milkman at my doorstep, bustle my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.
Angeline is always Friday, Angeline is spring forever;
Winter Angeline could never be.
Mister Wilson, old and smiling, lifts his cap as she is passing,
Bowing her politely on to me.

The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows,
In her sunlight I can tell her, "I love you, Angeline."
Angeline is always Friday, suitcase on the rack above;
She hasn't even read her magazine.
Angeline is counting stations, 'til the one where I am standing,
Waiting for my only Angeline.

The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows,
In her sunlight I can tell her, "I love you, Angeline."

Clatter the milkman at my doorstep, bustle my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.

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