The week is behind us, the weekend’s ahead
As Friday reminds us: be happy instead.
There’s food’s on the table, and health in our hands,
We’ve got no worries and we haven’t any plans;
We do our hair and our nails after taking our showers,
And dress up in clothes all embroidered with flowers;
We moisten our hearts, plant the sweetest of words
In the soil of remembrance, a home to the birds:
We do our hair and our nails after taking our showers,
And dress up in clothes all embroidered with flowers;
We moisten our hearts, plant the sweetest of words
In the soil of remembrance, a home to the birds:
Every verse spreads its wings, rises high up to fly
Through a love like the meadow and a faith like the sky
Till it reaches its perch in the tree of my heart,
Where it lives on forever, to never depart,
And the song from this tree on this day of the week
Brings believers and angels each other to seek,
Now if Friday were my day, I’d make it so long
Till my heart joins the rhythm in the beat of this song.
The week is behind us, the weekend’s ahead
As Friday reminds us: be happy instead.
There’s food’s on the table, and health in our hands,
We’ve got no worries and we haven’t any plans.
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