Saturday Night and Sunday Morning lyrics

If I was Saturday night

And you were Sunday morning

For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight

And in that moment, could you really know me?

But I am looking ‘cross the river

Longing to be near

The water is too wide, I can not reach you

I'm as close as I can ever hope to be

And if I was Winter dying

And you the virgin Spring

Gladly to your warmth I would surrender

To melt the snows and set the rivers free

But I am standing on the mountain

Longing to be near

Heaven is too high, I can not reach you

I'm as close as I can ever hope to be

And if you were the water that He turned into wine

And you could satisfy a drunkard's thirst

Well, I'd surely drink until I could not see

But I am lost in the Devil's storm

Longing to be near

The wind, it blows too hard, I can not reach you

I'm as close as I can ever hope to be

And if I was Saturday night

And you were Sunday morning

For a fleeting moment we could touch at midnight

And in that moment, could you really know me?