Writer In The Sun Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

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.