Tuesday's Child

Sunday Sunday where have you been,

Your emerald eyes,

Like your hands, reaching out to me ?

The wolves are out tonight

Under the hunter's moon.

Cinnabar staining the hem of her lace

She's starting to blush

But the moon helps to pale her face.

"The groom has gone", she sighed

And slept for a hundred years.

Sunday's child and the wolf were wed

To Monday's child with her empty head.

Tuesday's child seemed to know the answer.

Sister Monday what did you find ?

"I found it all

But somehow I lost my mind,

East of the universe

And north of a snowbound star.

Oberon told me: "The Devil lives there !"

Maybe he stole it

And it could be anywhere

One soul in silent millions

Trying to get back home".