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seekers - angeline is always friday lyrics

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 p-ssing,
bowing her politely on to me.
chorus:
the 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.
(instrumental bridge)
(chorus)
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.

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