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.