Текст песни Donovan - Writer In The Sun
Donovan - Writer In The Sun слова песни
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 aeroplaneToo 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 teaFishing 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.