Here’s a little number I like. Bruce Woodley plays the song either open (in the ’The Seekers at Home’) or on Capo 5 (during their 1968 Farewell Special) but I decided to write it open. [Intro] Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep bustle -- my neighbour at her tea; In all the world no one’s so glad to see the sun as me [Verse] Angeline is always Friday Angeline is spring forever; Winter Angeline could never be Mister Wilson old and smiling lifts his cap as she is passing Bowing her politely on to me [Chorus] The week has gone its lonely way; I’ve waited for my only day Away from shadows In her sunlight I can tell her "I love yooouuu Angeline." [Verse] Angeline is always Friday suitcase on the rack above; She hasn’t even read her magazine Angeline is counting stations ’til the one where I am standing Waiting for my only Angeline [Interlude]                                             [Chorus] The week has gone its lonely way; I’ve waited for my only day Away from shadows In her sunlight I can tell her "I love yooouuu Angeline." [Outro] Clatter -- the milkman at my doorstep bustle -- my neighbour at her tea; In all the world no one’s so glad to see the sun as me [End]