Lyrics Writer In The Sun - Donovan

Writer In The Sun

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