Phil Keaggy

Sunday's Child

Phil Keaggy


Monday's child was feeling blue, 
Tuesday's child who noticed you, 
Wednesday's child was full of woe, 
Thursday's child was dressed up 
With no place to go. 
Friday's child and Saturday 
Out there running wild. 
Since she's met the King of hearts 
They call her Sunday's child. 

Sunday's child, oh yeah. 
Sunday's child, oh yeah. 

Some they cry all through the night, 
A few send up a wishing kite. 
When the day comes to an end, 
There you sit all alone feeling empty again. 
Frightened by each sadder day, 
So long since you smiled. 
You will find no peace of mind 
Til you're Sunday's child. 

Sunday's child, oh yeah. 
Sunday's child, oh yeah. 

Every day of the week, 
Every month of the year, 
While time is still on your side, 
Take the love that is here. 
Take the love that is here. 

Monday's child was feeling blue, 
Tuesday's child who noticed you, 
Wednesday's child was full of woe, 
Thursday's child was dressed up 
With no place to go. 
Friday's child and Saturday 
Out there running wild. 
Since she's met the King of hearts 
They call her Sunday's child. 

Sunday's child, oh yeah. 
Sunday's child, oh yeah.