Working in the garden again Mending the fence Just like we did last year When it was raining Pine needles everywhere They clog up the gutters Drainpipes and gullies A job for another day Another day

Weekend with Dad His turn to have us here Its funny and sad Those days have disappeared

Sometimes I'm just passing the tools Or holding the woodscrews For him to drive them in The damp of the timber The smell of Sadolin And why does it matter? Why does it linger on? That's one for another day Another day

Weekend with Dad Swimming with his new friend Its funny and sad Never saw her again Weekend with Dad His turn to have us both It's funny and sad We never made the most

Maybe I'll be learning guitar Or on the computer Making cartoons again Or go visit Laura It's better than staying in And watching BlackAdder While he was sunbathing One for another day Another day

Weekend with Dad His turn to have us here Its funny and sad Those days have disappeared