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Harry Belafonte
monday to monday
It was a cloudy morning in OulundiI could see the rain in your eye
I was lookinâ?? for a word to somehow make it right
But the only word I found was goodbye
I watched you from the doorway walkinâ?? over the hill
Your hand shadow wavinâ??
Wavinâ?? in the air and me saying heâ??ll be back
Heâ??ll be back over and over like a prayer
Monday to Monday, scratching in the gold dust
You were so far so far away
Monday, Monday sometimes Iâ??m forgettinâ??
The memory of your sweet face slips away
Monday to Monday but heâ??ll be home
Sometime Iâ??ll be home
Itâ??s terrible-terrible loving you from so far
Our flower struggling in the desert sand
Watered with the dry words on scraps of paper
Written by a strangerâ??s hand
But one day our home will green again
And our babies they will play under the Jacaranda tree
You and I will be loving close, close
A day will come when weâ??ll be free
Monday to Monday a mile down in the darkness
Prayinâ??, prayinâ?? to Morena
Monday to Monday, I canâ??t ride on the blue train
Watching for you by the roadside
Monday to Monday Iâ??m fighting with the feeling
So far, so far, so far away
But Iâ??ll be home someday
Heâ??ll be coming home
Monday to Monday a way down in the darkness
Praying praying to Morena
Monday to Monday, mina neizobuya
Monday to Monday thinking on your sweet eyes
Thinking, thinking on your strong hands
Monday to Monday, time she sure go slowly
Monday to Monday, canâ??t ride, ride on the blue train
Mondag to Monday, one day Iâ??ll be coming home
Monday to Monday, hold on to yesterday