When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything that was lost and won When the day is done. When the day is done Hope so
Saturday sun came early one morning In a sky so clear and blue Saturday sun came without warning So no-one knew what to do. Saturday sun brought people
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies, Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes, East from the city and down to the cave In search of a master, in search
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere. Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear. For the dreams that came to you when so young Told
Well there was a man who lived in a shed Spent most of his days out of his head For his shed was rotten let in the rain Said it was enough to drive any
Fame is but a fruit tree So very unsound. It can never flourish Till its stalk is in the ground. So men of fame Can never find a way Till time has flown
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today And fallen leaves. Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose
Don't you have a word to show what may be done Have you never heard a way to find the sun Tell me all that you may know Show me what you have to show
Time has told me You're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind. And time has told me Not to ask for more Someday our ocean Will find its
Who can know The thoughts of Mary Jane Why she flies Or goes out in the rain Where she's been And who she's seen In her journey to the stars. Who can
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that came To you when so young Told
When the day is done Down to earth then sinks the sun Along with everything That was lost and won When the day is done When the day is done Hope so much
Betty came by on her way Said she had a word to say About things today and fallen leaves Said she hadn't heard the news Hadn't had the time to choose
Time has told me You're a rare, rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind And time has told me Not to ask for more For someday our ocean Will find
Saturday sun came early one morning In a sky so clear and blue Saturday sun came without warning So no-one knew what to do Saturday sun brought people
Three hours from sundown, Jeremy flies Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes East from the city and down to the cave In search of a master in search of
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground So men of fame, can never find a way Till time has flown
Who can know The thoughts of Mary Jane Why she flies Or goes out in the rain Where she's been And who she's seen In her journey to the stars Who can
