Monday Morning Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

Early one mornin', one mornin' in spring 

To hear the birds whistle, the nightingales sing 

I met a fair maiden who sweetly did sing 

'I'm going to be married next Monday morning' 

How old are you my fair young maid 

Here in this valley, this valley so green? 

How old are you my fair young maid? 

"I'm goin' to be sixteen next Monday morning" 

Well sixteen years old, that's too young for to marry 

So take my advice, five years longer to tarry 

For marriage brings troubles and sorrows begin 

So put off your wedding for Monday morning 

You talk like a mad man, a man with no skill 

Two years I've been waiting against my own will 

And now I'm determined to have my own way 

And I'm going to be married next Monday morning 

And next Monday morning the bells they will ring 

And my true love will buy me a gay gold ring 

Also he'll buy me a new pretty gown 

To wear at my wedding next Monday morning 

Next monday night when I go to my bed 

And I turn round to the man that I've wed 

Around his middle my two arms I will fling 

And I wish to my soul it was Monday morning