Maker - The Hollies

Days of yellow saffron

Nights with purple skies

Melting in the sunbeams

From my maker’s eyes

Mountain-colored lilac

In the distant haze

I would like to lie here

Timing all my days

Move past my window

Sunshine is shimmering

Jack-o-lanterns glimmering

Giant moths are flickering around

See, the moon is hiding

Underneath the sea

Pretty soon he’ll venture

To take a look at me

So I humbly stand here

Beneath his golden glow

Doesn’t he remind me

Of somebody I know?

I must be leaving

Back to reality

Don’t you just pity me?

I could so easily stay here