Friday’s Child

Friday's Child - Will Young (威尔·杨)

We've been told to live our lives

Just working on a feeling

Waiting for the sun on what

We do believe in

I'm every man

I hear the cry of someone else

A drowning man reaching out

But no-one hears

I know a man living out his life

Without a reason

And he says

Monday's got a beautiful baby

And Wednesday's child can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child was born to give

Now what about all the unborn

People that will suffer

At the hands of Mr Right

Who cares about no other

I see a mother who lets her children use her up

I know a father who sacrifices his wayward son

I wonder

What you give that someone else

Is needing nothing

Next to nothing

Monday's got a beautiful baby

And Wednesday's child can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child he was born to give

Monday's got a beautiful baby

Wednesday's child can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child this here you say

Monday's got a beautiful baby

Wednesday's child can never win

Little Saturday will work till he's crazy

But Friday's child

He was Friday's child

He was Friday's child

Friday's child

Friday's child