Sunday's child.

Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child, who noticed you'
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child is dressed up with no place to go,
Friday's child and Saturday; out there, running wild,
Since she's met the king of hearts they call her Sunday's child.

Sunday's child, oh yeah,
Sunday's child, oh yeah.

Sunday's child.

Some they cry all through the night,
A few send up a wishing kite,
When the day comes to an end, there you sit, all alone, feeling empty again,
Frightened by each sadder day,
So long since you smiled,
You will find no peace of mind until you're Sunday's child.

Sunday's child, oh yeah,
Sunday's child, oh yeah.

Every day of the week,
Every month of the year,
While time is still on your side, take the love that is here.

Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child, who noticed you'
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child is dressed up with no place to go,
Friday's child and Saturday; out there, running wild,
Since she's met the king of hearts they call her Sunday's child.

Sunday's child, oh yeah,
Sunday's child, oh yeah, yeah,
Sunday's child, oh yeah, (oh yeah)
Sunday's child, oh yeah.