Its  friday , just two or three hours ,
before sun down about my harbor .
just that very moment of the hour .
and breeze whirls so sweet .
from the trees and all but through the street.
and the breeze whirling light chilled .
so i remember with my dear cherished .
l feel my heart empty and vile .
so i need my sweetheart smile .
its friday just about two or three  hours .
before dusk envelops my lonely domain
and a fresh breeze steals through the plain
then moistens my bones slightly to marrow .
and my heart feels lonesome and narrow .
so i need the sweet eyes of my gazelle .
just that hour i want unit with my bell .
friday just about two or three hours .
before the penumbra shades the light .
its just then the splendid hour .
to have your beloved girl at sight .
friday just two or three hours .
before sun down on my harbor .
its the real moment of grandeur .
to share nothing but love with tenderness .
very moment to lay in each other arm and caress .
but if heaven permits we will meet again.
with love under drought or under rain .