My golden tuesday

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by
Please try

What's the use of worrying and feeling blue
When days are long keep on smiling through
Spread a little happiness till dreams come true

Surely you'll be wise to make the best of every blues day
Don't you realise you'll find next monday or next Tuesday
Your golden shoes day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by

I've got a creed for every need
So easy that it must succeed
I'll set it down for you to read
So please, take heed
Keep out the gloom
Let in the sun
That's my advice for everyone
It's only once we pass this way
So day by day

"Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by
Please try

What's the use of worrying and feeling blue?
When days are long keep on smiling through
Spread a little happiness till dreams come true

Surely you'll be wise to make the best of every blues day
Don't you realise you'll find next monday or next Tuesday
Your golden shoes day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by

Surely you'll be wise to make the best of every blues day
Don't you realise you'll find next monday or next Tuesday
Your golden shoes day

Even when the darkest clouds are in the sky
You mustn't sigh and you mustn't cry
Spread a little happiness as you go by..."

Cada sábado nos llevaban de excursión a Londres.Nos metían en una bolsa dos buns de mantequilla de cacahuete con una rodaja de pepino, un par de galletas de chocolate, patatas con sabor a cebolla y una manzana verde muy ácida. El primer año- yo tenía doce- visitamos el British Museum.Me perdí por la biblioteca y descubrí en una vitrina-lo recuerdo perfectamente, casi la podía tocar- el manuscrito de Mc Cartney de una de mis canciones favoritas :"Yesterday".Al regresar a Canterbury, agotada, me pasé el viaje mirando por la ventana el mundo al revés de Inglaterra. De aquel verano, de aquellos veranos, me quedan las canciones de los Beatles y este trocito de musical que me rezo hacia dentro cada vez que me pega un bajón.
Hoy lo cuelgo como agradecimiento por las canciones de las caras B.