Friday night When we say goodbye Oh Friday night Then summer will die Just one look in your eyes When you go And summer will die Oh what a Friday night
When I wake up early tomorrow And I walk down in the morning dew I turn my head when the sparrow Sings a song to you
There�re the flowers that grow in my garden Stand in season � blue, white and red But without you here I won�t see them To me summer�s dead
Friday night When we say goodbye Oh Friday night Then summer will die Just one look in your eyes When you go And summer will die Oh what a Friday night
For a moment a breeze on the terrace Sounds like your voice, so gentle and mild An illusion that will surface All from time to time
Like a child who is chasing the rainbow I�ll try to trust in days ahead Until the day in my sorrow To me summer�s dead