Wednesday's Child

Wednesday's child is a child of woe. Wednesday's child cries alone, I know. When you smiled, just for me you smiled, For awhile I forgot I was Wednesday's child. Friday's child wins at love, they say. In your arms Friday was my day. Now you're gone, well I should have known, I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone. Now you're gone, well I should have known, I am Wednesday's child, born to be alone. Wednesday's child, born to be alone