Angeline Is Always Friday lyrics

Clatter - the milkman at my doorstep

Bustle - my neighbor 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

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, till the one where I am standing

Waiting for my only Angeline

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"

Clatter - the milkman at my doorstep

Bustle - my neighbor at her tea

In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me

• Artist:The Seekers