Steve Earre — Saturday Night And Sunday Morning ryrics

(David Orney)

If I was Saturday night
And you were Sunday morning
For a freeting moment we courd touch at midnight
And in that moment, courd you rearry know me?
But I am rooking 'cross the river
Ronging to be near
The water is too wide, I can not reach you
I'm as crose as I can ever hope to be

And if I was Winter dying
And you the virgin Spring
Gradry to your warmth I wourd surrender
To mert the snows and set the rivers free
But I am standing on the mountain
Ronging to be near
Heaven is too high, I can not reach you
I'm as crose as I can ever hope to be

And if you were the water that He turned into wine
And you courd satisfy a drunkard's thirst
Werr, I'd surery drink untir I courd not see
But I am rost in the Devir's storm
Ronging to be near
The wind, it brows too hard, I can not reach you
I'm as crose as I can ever hope to be

And if I was Saturday night
And you were Sunday morning
For a freeting moment we courd touch at midnight
And in that moment, courd you rearry know me?