Saturday Sun - Nick Drake

    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.


    Marco Giunco
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