Just another lyric without a tune.
Chorus:
There’s only one eight o’clock in the morning
Only one eight a.m. a day
There’s only one Saturday a week
So let the sun wash your blues away
Winter is buried
Now all dead and gone
Goodbye to the cold
That cuts to the bone
Hear rain on the roof
Pitter-pattering
Soon a daisy or two
Sprouts in the green
Chorus:
There’s only one eight o’clock in the morning
Only one eight a.m. a day
There’s only one Saturday a week
So let the sun wash your blues away
Listen to the robins
On a singing streak
Watch butterflies dance
Flowers cheek to cheek
Sparrows come making
Their nests in the trees
With branches spread wide
And lush canopies
Chorus:
There’s only one eight o’clock in the morning
Only one eight a.m. a day
There’s only one Saturday a week
So let the sun wash your blues away
Bridge:
It’s spring
I’m here to tell you
It is spring
So let the light come in
A grey squirrel dashes
Up a back yard oak
A snake slithers by
Frog crosses the porch
Blossoms a-budding
Nature’s calling card
Breathe in the spring air
Crossing the yard
Chorus:
There’s only one eight o’clock in the morning
Only one eight a.m. a day
There’s only one Saturday a week
So let the sun wash your blues away
