Album: Barclay James Harvest and Other Short Stories (1972)
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  • 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 Writer/s: STUART J WOLSTENHOLME
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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