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Writher 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 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.