Work For The Weekend - The Lilac Time

It was once before a time called now

When we lazed the weeks away

With a work of art and a pint of beer

Was all there was to say

For we made love in the afternoons

On the mattresses of youth

And I took all the rope that they gave

And that became my noose

Now I must wait for the weekend

I must wait to have you

When the streets were paved with poems

And a salary of song

When we never thought we’d have to work

Or anything could go wrong

Because there’d always be the Old King Cole

The sovereign of our loving

But the King was cut as was our luck

And now the week is working

Now the moral of this story is

Without them you have fun

Oh I thought the wine and roses years

Had only just begun

But in their world life’s to short for love

Money gives them pleasure

And without God they have marshalled time

Into but work or leisure

Now I must wait for the weekend

I must wait to have you