Harry Belafonte Follow

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
Monday to Monday a mile down in the darkness
Prayin?, prayin? to Morena
Monday to Monday, I can?t ride on the blue train
Watching for you by the roadside
Monday to Monday I?m fighting with the feeling
So far, so far, so far away
But I?ll be home someday
He?ll be coming home
Monday to Monday a way down in the darkness
Praying praying to Morena
Monday to Monday, mina neizobuya
Monday to Monday thinking on your sweet eyes
Thinking, thinking on your strong hands
Monday to Monday, time she sure go slowly
Monday to Monday, can?t ride, ride on the blue train
Mondag to Monday, one day I?ll be coming home
Monday to Monday, hold on to yesterday