Far away and so long ago
I slept into your dreams
Before the end of the show
Your refrain sounded so sweet and clear
But I'm not really here
It's just the afterglow
Nobody knows of the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows of my sorrow
God goes Sunday to Monday
Monday to Friday
Blooms in the pouring rain
Emptiness is such a sad affair
But I don't really care
It's all just a memory to me now
So long
It's forever
Dead men rise up never
And every river will find a sea
Nobody knows of the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows of my sorrow
Nobody knows of my sorrow
God goes Sunday to Monday
Monday to Friday
Blooms in the pouring rain
Oh Lord, oh nobody knows of the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows of my sorrow
God goes Sunday to Monday
Monday to Friday
Blooms in the pouring rain