Under the Sun

Out in the light, eyes befold,
Look at the sun, shines down the while.

Counting the days, you call me,
Counting the lies, ignore me,
Counting the ties, that you find,
Counting the cheque's that I signed.

I'll never believe you,
You'll never blow my fears away.
Take, take, take, you were takin' my freedom,
But I'll throw this blues away.

Out in the dark, they're prowlin',
Out in the streets they howl,
It's dark in the dark as you'll find,
But it's light in the light for green kind.

I'll never believe you,
You'll never dry my tears away,
Take, take, take, you were takin' my freedom,
But I'll throw this blues away, away, away.

Out in the fields, I paint the sky,
I'm gonna' live, but I don't know why.
Up in the woods, under the sun,
I serenade the trees, and I've just begun,

Begun, begun, wo ho, just begun begun . . . .

Listen to the music:
Under The Sun
1988 - 5:36 - BM157

Featuring Pete Giles on guitar

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© John Buckingham 1988