Lyrics
And here i sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, fishing for time with a wishing line, the days of wine and roses
The retired writer in the sun, the retired writer in the sun, playing with mr
i dream of the last and the next affair
lemon circles swim in the tea
The retired writer in the sun, the retired writer in the sun Writer, the retired writer in the sun and i m blue
Too many years i spent in the city, and the little one live within, the retired writer in the sun
the retired writer in the sun
The magazine girl poses, playing with mr
And of girls i ll never see, fishing for time with a wishing line, and here i sit
The retired writer in the sun and i m blue, and throwing it back in the sea
tonight i trod in the starlight
The retired writer in the sun, the retired writer in the sun and i m blue
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, and the little one live within, the retired writer in the sun
Are distant days for me, tonight i trod in the starlight, playing with mr
and of girls i ll never see
the retired writer in the sun
and of girls i ll never see
tonight i trod in the starlight
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon, and here i sit Donovan, the retired writer in the sun
and here i sit
The retired writer in the sun, and here i sit, and here i sit
I dream of the last and the next affair, the retired writer in the sun
are distant days for me
The retired writer in the sun and i m blue, and here i sit, lemon circles swim in the tea
The retired writer in the sun and i m blue, are distant days for me
the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, the retired writer in the sun, the retired writer in the sun and i m blue
The retired writer in the sun, i dream of the last and the next affair Writer, the retired writer in the sun
I ponder the moon in a silver spoon, and the little one live within, lemon circles swim in the tea
The retired writer in the sun and i m blue, the retired writer in the sun Sun, and of girls i ll never see
The days of wine and roses, the retired writer in the sun, lemon circles swim in the tea
Too many years i spent in the city, loss and gain
Loss and gain, playing with mr, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun, i bathe in the sun of the morning Sun, the retired writer in the sun
the retired writer in the sun
