Seekers

Angeline is always friday

Seekers
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.
Chorus:
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.
(Instrumental bridge)
(Chorus)
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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