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Barclay James Harvest - The Poet and The day After

The Poet

 Here I sit watching the day out

No-one beside me who may doubt

All of the words that I could chose to say

So listen, believe, or be gone from this day

I need a friend to walk with me

And sit in the shade of an old tree

To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts

To say nothing much, never tell what I ought

Watching the people pass by now

They just don't know why or know how

They don't seem to care about all that I've seen

They just walk on by never knowing I've been

Sitting up here where I'm wind blown

Only to ask and to be shown

Things that would make you believe what I say

I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day

After the Day

The eyes of night march slowly by

The last grain falls

The kneeling man just sighs

Protected by the one great wall

Of colored parts

He probes his clouded mind

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the day

With trembling hands

He wipes his eyes

He tries to stand

But does not feel the need

The morning sun shines on

The multicolored cross

Left standing through it all

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the day

If he takes a look around him

Is there nothing left to see?

Is there nothing left at all?

After the day