|
Oh, look at the sun, it's all a-glow |
|
Slow burning star, sinking low |
|
Heaven knows where you go |
|
Out of sight, out of minds eye, no |
|
Aaw, such a shame, you must leave |
|
All day long you were a friend to me |
|
Still, the moon's company |
|
Until morning when larks will sing |
|
Horizon's appointment you'll keep |
|
For sun swept flamingos must sleep |
|
Scenes like these from my dreams |
|
Cover cutting-room floors all over |
|
Warm heart, we spin slowly from view |
|
Why are you sad, do you disapprove? |
|
How we've wasted our time |
|
Sunset, end of my day, my decline |
|
Postscript, you trace colors the sky |
|
Red-letter light fades is filed away |
|
Sunburst fingers you raise |
|
One last sigh of farewell, goodbye |
