Lyrics Thursday’s Child - David Bowie

Thursday’s Child

All of my life I’ve tried so hard
Doing my best with what I have
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I’m born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
Throw me tomorrow
Now that I’ve really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow
Everything’s falling into place
Throw me tomorrow
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow
Only for you I don’t regret
That I was Thursday’s child
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday born I was
Thirsday’s child
Sometimes I cried my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old sun is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
Monday’s child is full of grace
Tuesday’s child is fair of face
Wednesday’s child has far to go
Thursday’s child is filled with woe
Friday’s child has to work for a living
Saturday’s child is loving and giving
And Sunday’s child is the gentliest heart
And those kids never part