Peter, Paul & Mary - Monday Morning Lyrics
Early one mornin one mornin in springTo hear the birds whistle the nightingales singI met a fair maiden who sweetly did singIm going to be married next monday morning.How old are you my fair young maid,Here in this valley this valley so greenHow old are you my fair young maid,Im goin to be sixteen next monday mornin.Well sixteen years old, thats too young for to marrySo take my advice, five years longer to tarryFor marriage brings troubles and sorrows beginSo put off your wedding for monday mornin.You talk like a mad man, a man with no skillTwo years Ive been waiting against my own willNow Im determined to have my own wayAnd Im going to be married next monday morninAnd next monday mornin the bells they will ringAnd my true love will buy me a gay gold ringAlso hell buy me a new pretty gownTo wear at my wedding next monday morninNext monday night when I go to my bedAnd I turn round to the man that Ive wedAround his middle my two arms I will fling,And I wish to my soul it was monday mornin.