Saturday's Children

Saturday's Children - June Christy

I would call me Saturday's child

For Saturday's children got nothin' for free

Nothin' comes easy

Like forgettin' you

Can't I just fall in love with somebody new

For some people fortune has smiled

But Saturday's children live dangerously

Always the hard way

As I've always found

I'm on some not so very merry-go-round

Where there's a will there must be a way

At least that's what some

Second string philosophers say

But then those eyes

Those eyes bewilder me

And what is wise and what's to be

What's to be

What's the smart thing

How can I know

When even your laughter bewitches me so

Saturday's children let their hopes run wild

No-one tries harder than a Saturday's child