Monro Matt

Wednesday's Child

Monro Matt


Wednesday's child is a child of woe. 
Wednesday's child cries alone, I know. 
When you smiled, just for me you smiled, 
For awhile I forgot I was Wednesday's child. 

Friday's child wins at love, they say. 
In your arms Friday was my day. 
Now you're gone, well I should have known, 
I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone. 

Now you're gone, well I should have known, 
I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone. 

Wednesday's child, born to be alone