- Written by:
- Barry Gibb
- Robin Gibb
- (1967)
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- Lead vocals:
- Robin Gibb
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- Album:
- Bee Gees First
- (1967)
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- He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin.
- He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that’s growing thin.
- Yet he didn’t have so very far to go.
- With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned.
- With a mere step in the mountain to a light.
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- Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way.
- Oh, they don’t know where he is.
- Very very nice, very very nice.
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- Even in the morning when he slept
- something odd is missing.
- There’s nothing very much to talk about
- and nothing very much to see.
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- Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way.
- Oh, they don’t know where he is.
- Very very nice, very very nice.
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- Talks about the place he’d like to go.
- And you never see the worrying and hurrying
- and that makes a person slow.
- Yet you wouldn’t think he’d be so hard to find.
- Yet he looks so very busy but there’s nothing on his mind.
- And his wavy hair continues not to grow.
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- Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way.
- Oh, they don’t know where he is.
- Very very nice, very very nice.
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- Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way.
- Oh, they don’t know where he is.
- Very very nice, very very nice.
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