Soon Saturday Night Will Be Sunday Morning

 

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