Friday Night

Friday night

When we say goodbye

Oh Friday night

Then summer will die

Just one look in your eyes

When you go

And summer will die

Oh what a Friday night

When I wake up early tomorrow

And I walk down in the morning dew

I turn my head when the sparrow

Sings a song to you

There’re the flowers that grow in my garden

Stand in season – blue, white and red

But without you here I won’t see them

To me summer’s dead

Friday night

When we say goodbye

Oh Friday night

Then summer will die

Just one look in your eyes

When you go

And summer will die

Oh what a Friday night

For a moment a breeze on the terrace

Sounds like your voice, so gentle and mild

An illusion that will surface

All from time to time

Like a child who is chasing the rainbow

I’ll try to trust in days ahead

Until the day in my sorrow

To me summer’s dead

Friday night

When we say goodbye

Oh Friday night

Then summer will die

Just one look in your eyes

When you go

And summer will die

Oh what a Friday night