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
My week has gone its lonely way I've waited for my only day Away 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
My week has gone its lonely way I've waited for my only day Away from shadows In her sunlight I can tell her I love you, Angeline
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