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 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 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
albums
Writer In The Sun (Demo)
Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch
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 on starlight
I excused myself with a grin
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon
And the little one alive within, 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 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
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 and I'm blue
The retired writer in the sun
albums
Writer In The Sun (Donovan In Concert Version)
Music and lyrics by Donovan P. Leitch
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
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 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 Mr. Loss and Mr. Gain
And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun
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
The retired writer in the sun
Thank you very much. The Flower Quartet!
Thank you very much.
