SUNDAY’S CHILD

You taught him early to recite every line

And then one day he said to your surprise

“If I had a wish, I know just who I would be

Everybody’s got a day, ain’t nothin left for me, so tell me

Why is life that way?”

Why can’t I be Sunday’s Child

I wish I was Sunday’s Child

Sunday’s Child

Woke up this morning in the middle of a fight, how can you

Ship me off to school when you keep me up all night

You tell me It’s cool, But I know something just ain’t right

I wish I had a day that we could keep it out of sight, and take it

Take it all away

I wish I was Sunday’s Child

Will you let me be Sunday’s Child

Sunday’s Child

Early Christmas morning down the stairs he creeps

Over by the tree pitter patter little feet

Don’t want no toys and he don’t want no sweets

He just wants a day but this time for keeps, and make it

Make it stay always

He wants to be Sunday’s Child

Will you let him be Sunday’s Child

Sunday’s Child.

Thaddeus Hogarth