| Song | Haymaking Time |
| Artist | City Boy |
| Album | City Boy |
| 作曲 : Broughton, Mason | |
| Broughton-Mason | |
| The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin. | |
| Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house. | |
| A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate. | |
| They tell me it's Haymaking Time again. | |
| The next thing I knew we were sitting apart | |
| You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve. | |
| Don't go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg's boiled, what's in a moment. | |
| Indulging in sentimentality. | |
| You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
| You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
| It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
| It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow. | |
| Memories shelter in days such as these | |
| Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze | |
| Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons | |
| Who cares about reasoning anyway. | |
| You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
| You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
| It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
| It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow. |
| zuò qǔ : Broughton, Mason | |
| BroughtonMason | |
| The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin. | |
| Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house. | |
| A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate. | |
| They tell me it' s Haymaking Time again. | |
| The next thing I knew we were sitting apart | |
| You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve. | |
| Don' t go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg' s boiled, what' s in a moment. | |
| Indulging in sentimentality. | |
| You know it' s not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
| You know it' s not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
| It' s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
| It' s not very bright, but you do it anyhow. | |
| Memories shelter in days such as these | |
| Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze | |
| Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons | |
| Who cares about reasoning anyway. | |
| You know it' s not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
| You know it' s not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
| It' s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
| It' s not very bright, but you do it anyhow. |