From Saturday Night To Sunday Quiet - Barbara Mandrell

We work all week long

And Lord knows

We live for the weekends

By Wednesday I’m planning

What I’m gonna wear

To surprise him

Cause if it’s champagne and candles

Or a drive-in and cokes

In a crowd or all alone

I know how Saturday night will end

And I can hardly wait till we’re back home

From Saturday night

To Sunday quiet

When it’s woman and man time

And the curtains are drawn

From Saturday night

To Sunday quiet

From the good times in town

To soft sheets and gowns

And we’re all alone

Sometimes unplanned

Some good friends drop in

On the weekend

Then we’re part of the crowd

And the laughter is loud

With people talking

But when the music is low

He whispers, «I love you»

And makes me think of things to come

Cause after all the last goodbyes

I know at last we’ll finally be alone

From Saturday night

To Sunday quiet

When it’s woman and man time

And the curtains are drawn

From Saturday night

To Sunday quiet

From the good times in town

To soft sheets and gowns

And we’re all alone

From the good times in town

To soft sheets and gowns

And we’re all alone