Lyrics - Writer In The Sun by 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 the starlight,
I excused myself with a grin.
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within.
And here
I sit, the retired writer in the sun,
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
Mr.
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 in the sun.

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