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Writer in the Sun

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  • 作词 : Donovan
    From the album mellow yellow
    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.
  • 作词 : Donovan
    From the album mellow yellow
    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.