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Saturday sun came early one morning
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In a sky so clear and blue
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Saturday sun came without warning
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So no-one knew what to do.
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Saturday sun brought people and faces
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That didn't seem much in their day
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But when I remember those people and places
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They were really too good in their way.
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In their way
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In their way
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Saturday sun won't come and see me today.
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Think about stories with reason and rhyme
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Circling through your brain.
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And think about people in their season and time
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Returning again and again
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And again
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And again
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And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.
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So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
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And wept for a day gone by.
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Saturday sun
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| Nick Drake |
