Sting (another song poem)

Monday, I could wait till Tuesday
If I make up my mind
Wedn'sday would be fine
Thursday's on my mind
Friday'd give me time
Saturday could wait
But Sunday'd be too late

Seven Days, in Ten Summoner's Tales, by Sting

Poèmes chantés/Sang poems

I learn english listening good music. At least what I think is good music.
Some lyrics are overwhelming beautyful. Those are not really songs. Those are poems, that people sing, because it goes to much more people, and of course, it sells better than if it was a small book.
From time to time, when I feel so, I'll post some of my preferred poems. (Is the only way to put some english words in this blog, I guess). They are often just a strophe of a song. But, written here, maybe they look more as what they really are… poetry.
First one, from a Counting Corws song, by Adam Duritz.

I dreamt I saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows

One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for girls and
four for boys
Five for silver
Six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told