Soon
Saturday Night Will Be Sunday Morning
Written
by Scott Wainwright
He married the girl with the
flowers in her hair
When words didn't come easy
No easel just a canvas on a
chair
She was his 'Mona Lisa'
She married a painter, he liked
to paint her
He made her hair seem so black
And the colours he used on her
eyes
Meant there was no looking back
Looking down from a gallery wall
The flowers were somehow lost
One day she felt the call
And reach out to the cross
She has reason to rise
But then she always knew
It bears no real surprise
That she got through
And it feels so right
A new day forming
Soon Saturday night
will be, Sunday morning
You can put your hope in silly
little things
Make your wishes at the well
You can guess from the red sky
forming
And say its too soon to tell
But if life remains always the
same
From day in to day out
Then every sorrow will come and
drain
Leaving you filled with doubt
I can still hear all of her
words
They were so gently spoken
My soul is no longer lost
And my heart no longer broken
I have a reason to rise
To change my view
It bears no real surprise
I got through
And it feels so right
A new day forming
Soon Saturday night
will be, Sunday morning
There is a cross hanging over my
bed
My hope for all times
It reminds me of the words that
were said
And what changed my mind
She handed me the Holy book
And said I should make a fresh
start
So I took a good long look
And let the words into my heart
If I hadn't heard these words of
sense
Or the truth that they presented
If I didn't give way to positive
influence
Or let my pride be dented
I'd have no reason to rise
Or change my view
I have the keys to paradise
I got through
And it feels so right
A new day forming
Soon Saturday night
will be, Sunday morning
From the album 'Antology'
Available
here https://open.spotify.com/album/7I3pQIXpDg29nETUcKx0se