Текст Nick Drake – Saturday Sun

Saturday sun
Came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun

Saturday sun
Brought people and faces
That didn’t seem much
In their day
But when I remember
Those people and places
They were really too good
In their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun
Won’t come and see me today

Think about stories
With reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain
And think about people
In their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
But Saturday’s sun
Has turned to Sunday’s rain

So Sunday sat
In the Saturday sun