music: Donovan - lyrics: Donovan

When the lights are switched on
And the staff sweeps the floor
When the crowd has long gone
And no-one shouts for more
It is then I'd like to be
With you all alone
Let someone else get the fee
I want to go home

I`ve packed up my guitar
In that old worn-out case
The way home so far
We will leave without a trace
Do you see the morning light
Over there in the sky?
The new day removes the night
All beauty must die..........

Smoke fills the air
You by my side
The smell of your hair
In this mild summer night
Like the elder that blooms
In the garden outside
Let me be your groom
And you will be my bride