Sunday's Child - Phil Keaggy

Monday’s child was feeling blue

Tuesday’s child, who noticed you?

Wednesday’s child is full of woe

Thursday’s child is dressed up with no place to go

Friday’s child and Saturday

Out there running wild

Since she’s met the King of hearts

They call her Sunday’s child

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child

Some they cry all through the night

A few send up, a wishing kite

When the day comes to an end

There you sit all alone feeling empty again

Frightened by each sadder day

So long since you smiled

You will find no peace of mind

Until you’re Sunday’s child

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Every day of the week

Every month of the year

While time is still on your side

Take the love that is here

Monday’s child was feeling blue

Tuesday’s child, who noticed you?

Wednesday’s child was full of woe

Thursday’s child was dressed up with no place to go

Friday’s child and Saturday

Out there running wild

Since she’s met the King of hearts

They call her Sunday’s child

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child, oh yeah

Sunday’s child, oh yeah