Monday's child was feeling blue,
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Tuesday's child who noticed you,
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Wednesday's child was full of woe,
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Thursday's child was dressed up
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With no place to go.
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Friday's child and Saturday
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Out there running wild.
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Since she's met the King of hearts
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They call her Sunday's child.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Some they cry all through the night,
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A few send up a wishing kite.
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When the day comes to an end,
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There you sit all alone feeling empty again.
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Frightened by each sadder day,
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So long since you smiled.
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You will find no peace of mind
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Til you're Sunday's child.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Every day of the week,
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Every month of the year,
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While time is still on your side,
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Take the love that is here.
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Take the love that is here.
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Monday's child was feeling blue,
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Tuesday's child who noticed you,
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Wednesday's child was full of woe,
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Thursday's child was dressed up
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With no place to go.
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Friday's child and Saturday
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Out there running wild.
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Since she's met the King of hearts
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They call her Sunday's child.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Sunday's child, oh yeah.
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Sunday's Child
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| Phil Keaggy |
