Cousteau The Last Good Day Of The Year Lyrics

The Last Good Day Of The Year Lyrics

Don't tell me
that you get sick of living 
when the summer's so forgiving

although we have stolen 
all of the things that we though 
we had
owned then 
have disappeared 

all these things in flavour 
won't
do you no favours 
when the summer's light is fragrant 
with scents of
returning 
you relent, you resent, now you're burning 
for nothing to
change.... 

there's something there... 
(amongst the fallen fruit and
flowers) 
won't rest 
(only minutes, only hours) 
unless 
(now the
morning breaks in showers) 
I guess 
we'll remember this all of our lives

on the Last Good Day of The Year 

all the leaves are turning

Autumn's fingers burnished 
furnished here in hope and in faith in the
meantime 
kinda working my way through a dream I 
was having alone


there's something there... 
(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)

won't rest 
(only minutes, only hours) 
unless 
(now the morning
breaks in showers) 
I'm left 
with the North Wind breathing down my
neck... 

on The Last Good Day of The Year..... 
(don't know where I
end and where you begin...)