Monday, I saw you smile And then Tuesday We talked awhile By Wednesday something's wrong By weekend, you were gone
Thursday, I heard she strayed And by Friday When she got paid She smoked it all away Left ashes, for Saturday
We all dig our own way We might find it tough to say But this life's a fragile thing So goodbye, my dear old friend
Last Christmas, your daughter smiled Hugged and kissed us But you cashed it in When the New Year's ball had dropped My hope died as we watched the clock
We all dig our own way We might find it tough to say But this life's a fragile thing So goodbye, my dear old friend
It's all quiet on Mother's Day Your baby's grown and gone away It's all quiet on Mother's Day A forgotten mid-June gray
We all dig our own way We all find it hard to say But this life's a fragile thing So goodbye, my dear old friend
It's all quiet on Mother's Day Your baby's grown and gone away It's all quiet on Mother's Day A forgotten mid-June grayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
