Il testo della Angeline is always friday

Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep, bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.
Angeline is always friday, angeline is spring forever;
Winter angeline could never be.
Mister wilson, old and smiling, lifts his cap as she is passing,
Bowing her politely on to me.
Chorus:
The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows,
In her sunlight i can tell her, "i love you, angeline."
Angeline is always friday, suitcase on the rack above;
She hasn't even read her magazine.
Angeline is counting stations, 'til the one where i am standing,
Waiting for my only angeline.
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Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep, bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.