Words & Music - Graham Nash



You came from out of the skies

Your skin and your eyes

The colours of bronze.

The moon in your ear

Twinkled and shone.

Soon you'll be gone.



Sailing out on the blue,

Your old man and you

Drifting along, leaving me here,

Thinking it through,

Soon you'll be gone.



Moving through my changes as fast as I can,

Trying to bring a balance to me and the man,

Part of me is screaming to say

I want to be carried away.

From out of the skies

Your skin and your eyes

The colours of bronze.

The moon in your ear

Twinkled and shone.

Soon you'll be gone