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 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