Secret Service - Friday Night

Friday night When we say goodbye One 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 out 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 could breeze on the terrace Sounds like a voice, so gentle and mild An illusion that will surface Oh from time to time Like a child who’s chasing the rainbow I’ll try to trust in {day sad} Until the day in my sorrow To me summer’s dead