Saturday Began just the same as other days, But ended up different in many ways: Love is in my world since Saturday. Morning came, But somehow it didn't seem the same. The sadness of Friday had somehow changed To the happy sounds of Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday. I whistle to bluebirds, I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine. My head's filled with new words That sing to the sounds of the day after Friday. Come and see: The flowers of love she gave to me, The touches of laughter and harmony To the happy sounds of Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday.
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