Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1968, 2020

Golden bodies glinting in the sun
Telling me that I have finally won
Rays reflecting colours in my eyes
I'm too wise to be deceived by colours of the night
Close my sight

Children playing games within the field
Now, I know why I to them must yield
Rays reflecting blacken out my sight
It's like night
When the sun has faded for a year
Nothing's here

Mortals gazing upwards to the sky
Tears of gladness showing in their eyes
Gazing, looking at the clouds so high
My oh my
When the rains begin to fall again
Oh the pain