Thursday's Child - Barbara Lea

Monday’s child is fair of face

And Tuesday’s child is full of grace

Wednesday’s child is full of woe

But Thursday’s child has far to go

Things look mighty black for Thursday’s child

Trouble docks the track of Thursday’s child

This world could be a wonderful place

But not when you wear Thursday’s face

I never know which way I’m bound, I’m Thursday’s child

Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday’s child

I’ll always be blamed for what I was named

But still I’m not ashamed, I am Thursday’s child

I never know which way I’m bound, I’m Thursday’s child

Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday’s child

I’ll always be blamed for what I was named

But still I’m not ashamed, I am Thursday’s child