Текст песни Saturday's Children - June Christy

I would call me Saturday's child
For Saturday's children get nothing for free
Nothing comes easy like forgetting you
Can't I just fall in love with somebody new?
For some people, fortune has smiled
But Saturday's children live dangerously
Always the hard way, as I've always found
I'm on some not-so-berry merry-go-round
Where there's a will, there must be a way
At least that's what some second-string philosophers say
But then those eyes, those eyes bewilder me
And what is wise, and what's to be?
What's to be?
What's the smart thing, how can I know
When even your laughter bewitches me so
Saturday's children let their hopes run wild
No one tries harder than a Saturday's child