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Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep, bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.
Angeline is always Friday, Angeline is spring forever;
Winter Angeline could never be.
Mister Wilson, old and smiling, lifts his cap as she is passing,
Bowing her politely on to me.
The week has gone its lonely way;
I've waited for my only day
Away from shadows,
In her sunlight I can tell her, I
love
you,
Angeline.
Angeline is always Friday, suitcase on the rack above;
She hasn't even read her magazine.
Angeline is counting stations, 'til the one where I am standing,
Waiting for my only Angeline.
Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep, bustle -- my neighbour at her tea;
In all the world no one's so glad to see the sun as me.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Seekers Golden Collection
- The Seekers: 25 Year Reunion Celebration Live In Concert
- The Ultimate Collection
- Come The Day
- All Bound For Morningtown (Their EMI Recordings 1964-1968)
- Greatest Hits
- The Young Ones (Hong Kong Version)
- 50 The Golden Jubilee Album
- Seekers Seen In Green
- A World of Our Own
- The Golden Jubilee Album (Remastered)
- Music Is Great Britain...Hits from the British Invasion
- Coca-Cola Commercials
- All Bound for Morningtown
- Ideal Seekers
- The Seekers: 1966-1967
- The Seekers: Greatest Hits
- The Seekers: 1964-1965
- A Carnival of Hits