monday to monday

Harry Belafonte

It was a cloudy morning in Oulundi
I could see the rain in your eye
I was lookinââ?¬â?¢ for a word to somehow make it right
But the only word I found was goodbye

I watched you from the doorway walkinââ?¬â?¢ over the hill
Your hand shadow wavinââ?¬â?¢
Wavinââ?¬â?¢ in the air and me saying heââ?¬â?¢ll be back
Heââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢m forgettinââ?¬â?¢
The memory of your sweet face slips away

Monday to Monday but heââ?¬â?¢ll be home
Sometime Iââ?¬â?¢ll be home

Itââ?¬â?¢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 strangerââ?¬â?¢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 weââ?¬â?¢ll be free

Monday to Monday a mile down in the darkness

Prayinââ?¬â?¢, prayinââ?¬â?¢ to Morena

Monday to Monday, I canââ?¬â?¢t ride on the blue train

Watching for you by the roadside

Monday to Monday Iââ?¬â?¢m fighting with the feeling

So far, so far, so far away

But Iââ?¬â?¢ll be home someday

Heââ?¬â?¢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, canââ?¬â?¢t ride, ride on the blue train

Mondag to Monday, one day Iââ?¬â?¢ll be coming home

Monday to Monday, hold on to yesterday