| Song | Writer in the Sun |
| Artist | Donovan |
| Album | Troubadour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donovan | |
| 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. |
| zuo ci : Donovan | |
| 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. |
| zuò cí : Donovan | |
| 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. |