In the near and distant past
I have passed
Near the steeples, and the windows
Were stained and strange
And the ring of voices out of range
And I found I couldn¡¯t sing
It¡¯s forever Friday
As I see the world in my way
Sunday¡¯s just a shadow play, for me
It¡¯s forever Friday
As I walk the ghost-town highway
Just a mirror-glass away
From the seventh day
In a far and touching word
I once heard
Morning raining, and the windows
Shined open clear
In the light of one alive idea
And I glimpsed of everything, but now
It¡¯s forever Friday
As I see the world in my way
Sunday¡¯s just a shadow play, for me
It¡¯s forever Friday
As I walk the ghost-town highway
Just a mirror-glass away
From the seventh day
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