When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything that was lost and won When the day is done. When the day is done Hope so
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
search of a story that's never been known. Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown Not wanting to be seen on their own, Three hours is needed to leave
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere. Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear. For the dreams that came to you when so young Told
mend, She said I'm sorry you'll just have to find a friend. Well this story is not so very new But the man is me, yes and the girl is you So leave your
Fame is but a fruit tree So very unsound. It can never flourish Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame Can never find a way Till time has flown
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves. Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show
me Not to ask for more Someday our ocean Will find its shore. So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be What I really don't want to be Leave the ways
mile The way she sings And her brightly coloured rings Make her the princess of the sky. Who can know What happens in her mind Did she come from a strange world And leave
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that came To you when so young Told
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything That was lost and won When the day is done When the day is done Hope so much
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today and fallen leaves Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose
to ask for more For someday our ocean Will find its shore So I'll leave the ways that are making me be What I really don't want to be Leave the ways
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
In search of a story that's never been known Three hours from speaking, everyone's flown Not wanting to be, seen on their own Three hours is needed to leave
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown
a mile The way she sings And her brightly colored rings Make her the princess of the sky Who can know What happens in her mind Did she come from a strange world Leave
