Every Day Of The Week

When it’s sunny in the south

Every day of the week

A warm wind carries a sigh

There’s hope for the coming winter

There’s hope for the coming winter

There’s hope for the waiting

We might never know the price we pay

But it’s there in the stars for us to feel

There in the summer rain that stop the growing

There in the snow and rain for us to love

There in the spring snow, the cold wind, the cold weather spring

And when I look at the stars in my mind

I wonder what it’s like to have loved a friend

And I wonder how it feels as I go from door to door

I wonder what it’s like to know a love so complete

And it’s not just about the calendar

And I remember every town I’ve known