Текст песни Seekers - Angeline Is Always Friday
Seekers - Angeline Is Always Friday слова песни
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 dayAway 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.