Wednesday's Child

Wednesday's Child -Matt Monro

Wednesday's child is a child of woe.

Wednesday's child cries alone, I know.

When you smiled, just for me you smiled,

For awhile I forgot I was Wednesday's child.

Friday's child wins at love, they say.

In your arms Friday was my day.

Now you're gone, well I should have known,

I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone.

Now you're gone, well I should have known,

I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone.

Wednesday's child, born to be alone