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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.