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
i love the video ahaha
it makes no sense :D
thelivingmanpart2 3 months ago
The retired writer in the shade sitting and listening to Dooavan singing the retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, uhuh!
mudrooroo2 4 months ago
Love the song!!
DianaChefGill 8 months ago
Thank you for posting this, not only my fave Donovan track, but one of my all time top 10-period!
midmodgal 8 months ago
very lovely.I've cherished ths song for many a year. love those iittle creatures, what are they made of, we wonder. Hail Donovan! We'll go down the years, we'll try and catch. .
modelprisoner 10 months ago