Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line

Long blonde hair

Wicker chair

And

Summer wine

This malaise

The milieu

It won’t be fine

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

Dew is rollin by all the time

And

The crow it flies

And

The crow it lies

Dead upon the ground

I hear the sweet sound of Jenny’s laughter

All these pleasant things that we’ve been after

The browning in the sun

The warfare has begun

And

I’m getting on

As the days are growing long

Hours

Our

Hours

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

dirty shoes

For miles

Of stinking pavements

And

Moody blues

Well now

Which path would you choose

I would ask the crow

He did not respond

He just laid there

And

His bones

They did sow

A recompense of sorts

He found his divination

In these cruel cruel desserts

Ah

Wasted days

Wasted days and golden rays of sunshine

When will I rise and tow the drowning line