Saturday began just the same as other days
But ended up different in many ways
Love is in my world since Saturday
Mornin' came but somehow it didn't seem the same
The sadness of Friday had somehow changed
To the happy sounds of Saturday
Saturday, ever-loving Saturday
I whistle to bluebirds
I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
My head’s filled with new words
That sing to the sounds of happy day after Friday
Come and see the flowers of love she gave to me
The touches of laughter and harmony
To the happy sounds of Saturday
Saturday, ever-loving Saturday
My head's full of new words
Sing to the sounds of the day after Friday
Day after Friday Chorus
Saturday, Saturday, ever-loving Saturday
"Was written in 1967 in a practice room in the
music department of California State University at Long Beach. Again, the
song is a product of it's time, reminiscent of "Simon and Garfunkel", "Lovin'
Spoonful", "Harper's Bizarre" and "The Tijuana Brass"". - Richard Carpenter
