Tháinig an ghrian ar an Satharn chugainn
Thuas sa spéir 'bhí gorm-ghlé
Tháinig an ghrian, chuir a hanáil fúinn
Níor thuigeamar deas thar chlé
Tháinig an ghrian le haighthe is daoine
Is ní rabhadar mór le rá
Na daoine sin uilig, na háiteanna, is cuimhin liom
Bhíodar rómhaith ar shlí dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Dar leo fhéin
Tiocfaidh an ghrian, ní thiocfaidh inniu mo léan.
Smaoinigh ar scéalta le réasún is ciall
'Thimpeallaíonn do cheann
Is smaoinigh ar dhaoine, ina séasúr 's a dtriall
Ag filleadh 's ag filleadh, níor staon
ó níor staon
ó níor staon
ach d'imigh an ghrian agus tháinig an braon
SATURDAY SUN
Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today
Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
but Saturday sun has turned to Sunday's rain
