Writer In The Sun

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 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 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 in the sun