angeline is always friday

Singer:tom paxton

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 passing

bowing her politely on to me

my 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

my 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 neighbour at her tea

in all the world no one's so glad to see the sun

as me