Monday to Monday Harry Belafonte

It was a cloudy morning in Oulundi
I could see the rain in your eye
I was lookin’ for a word to somehow make it right
But the only word I found was goodbye

I watched you from the doorway walkin’ over the hill
Your hand shadow wavin’
Wavin’ in the air and me saying he’ll be back
He’ll be back over and over like a prayer

Monday to Monday, scratching in the gold dust
You were so far so far away

Monday, Monday sometimes I’m forgettin’
The memory of your sweet face slips away

Monday to Monday but he’ll be home
Sometime I’ll be home

It’s terrible-terrible loving you from so far
Our flower struggling in the desert sand
Watered with the dry words on scraps of paper
Written by a stranger’s hand

But one day our home will green again
And our babies they will play under the Jacaranda tree
You and I will be loving close, close
A day will come when we’ll be free