Angeline Is Always Friday — текст песни (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.