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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.
- Álbum:
- Retrospective
- Lady Of The Stars
- Sunshine Superman
- The Hurdy Gurdy Man
- Open Road
- Cosmic Wheels
- Essence To Essence
- Slow Down World
- Sutras
- Love Is Only Feeling
- Barabajagal
- Miscellaneous
- Mellow Yellow
- Fairytale
- Best Of Donovan Ii
- Best Of Donovan
- Donovan
- Hms Donovan
- A Gift From A Flower To A Garden
- Love Is Hot Truth Is Molten