Writer In The Sun - Donovan
The days of wine and roses are distant days for me
I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls
I'll never see
And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm
Blue the retired writer in the sun
Tonight I trod in starlight I excuse myself with a grin
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one alive
Within
And here I sit the retired writer in sunthe
The retired writer in the sun
The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane
Too many years I spent in the city playing with Mister Loss
And Gain
And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm
Blue the retired writer in the sun
I bathe in the sun of the morning lemon circles swim in the
Tea
Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in
The sea
And here I sit the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm
Blue the retired writer the in sun
