Friday night When we say goodbye Oh Friday night Then summer will die Just one look in your eyes When you go And summer will die Oh what a Friday night
When I wake up early tomorrow And I walk down in the morning dew I turn my head when the sparrow Sings a song to you
There’re the flowers that grow in my garden Stand in season – blue, white and red But without you here I won’t see them To me summer’s dead
Friday night When we say goodbye Oh Friday night Then summer will die Just one look in your eyes When you go And summer will die Oh what a Friday night
For a moment a breeze on the terrace Sounds like your voice, so gentle and mild An illusion that will surface All from time to time
Like a child who is chasing the rainbow I’ll try to trust in days ahead Until the day in my sorrow To me summer’s dead