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 remembered those people and places
They were ɾeally too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and [Bm]see me today
Think about stories with ɾeason [C7]and [Bm]ɾhyme
Circling through your brain
And think about people in their season [C7]and [Bm]time
Returning again and [Bm]again
And again
And again
but Saturday sun has turned to [C7]Sunday's ɾain
