Great Lost Kinks Album, The lyrics

Where did the spring go?
Where did the trees go?
Where did the sun go?
Where did the bluebirds fly?
Why did the rainbow turn into shadows?

Why am I cold now?
Why does my skin sag?
Why ain't my back straight?
Why do my feet ache?
Where did my youth go?
Where did my life go?

Remember walking in the rain,
And getting soaking wet,
Now I got rheumatic pains,
And I really do regret it.

Who cares if you're Jewish,
And your breath smells of garlic,
And your nose is a shiny red light.
To me you are gorgeous,
And everything's right,
When I turn off the living room light.

Your clothes are old-fashioned,
Your knuckles are bony,
Your hair looks a terrible sight.
But I don't have to see you,
The way that you are,
When I turn off the living room light.

What can I do?
How can I show you,
And let you see,
That I am someone,
That you want me to be.

I'm only me,
Not someone better,
Not someone good.
I'd be a soldier,
That's if I only could.

If I were king,
I'd tell my army,
To change the world.
Then I'd be someone,
Like you want me to be.

In my little life,
I know that the world must keep on turning,

I wish that you could see
All the things that I have seen.
This mind of mine is making life worthwhile.
I wish that you'd have know
Of all the plans I had in store for us,
Laughing, dancing, traveling the world on our own.

And this man, he weeps tonight,
And his head is bowed with sorrow,
But what can you do, sitting there,
And you let him cry tomorrow,

I know a place not far from here
It's not far away, love, but if you come
I know a place where we'll be alone
And we'll talk of life, the way love used to be

I know a place not far away
And we'll find a way through the city streets
We'll find a way through the mad rushing crowd
And we'll talk about the way love used to be

I know a place not far from here

Truly, oh truly,
There is nothing in this life without your love

This is a story of my true love,
There is no life without love,

Truly, oh truly,
There is nothing in this life without your love
Truly, oh truly,
There is nothing in this life without your love

There is no life without sunshine,
There is no rest without sleeping,

Truly, oh truly,

Rosemary Rose,
Nature sure gave you such a beautiful nose.
'Though you're not beautiful as someone would know,
That Rosemary Rose,

Has eyes of blue,
And someone is treasuring a picture of you,
Taken on a holiday when you were just three,
My sweet Rosemary.

You look nothing like a child,
Yet you're such a little baby.
Chewing on your liquorish gum, and cigarettes.
Rosemary Rose,

A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet,
'Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.

He's got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(Yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(Yeah, he's plastic man)

And I'm gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And I'm gonna ride the tide[?],
And I'm gonna make a rendezvous.

Sitting by the sea,
Sipping at my tea,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing message to you.

Pictures in the sand (Drawing pictures in the sand)
There is nothing I would rather do (There is nothing I would rather do)

By the town of Straight and Narrow,
There's a dark and misty place.
Everything is hazy,
So the people are afraid.

All except Maria's daughters,
Who believe in misty ways.
Everything is lovely,
In a misty morning glaze.

I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne Maria and her daughters,
They like misty water.

I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.

Won't you sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.

I got nothing to gain, I got nothing to lose,
But if you sing me a song,
You'll make me happy [?].

Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.

Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,

I want to walk eternity,
In through the land of make believe.
And watch the clouds roll over me,
And let the sun shine down on me.
The only place that I wanna be,
Lavender Hill for me.

Wish I could live on sugar and milk,
Then I could live on Lavender Hill.
Then I could raise my head to the sky,
And let the sun saturate me with love.

I wanna walk you up Lavender Hill,

Sometimes I think I'm gonna better myself,
Searching for acceptance in this big, wide world.
Sometimes I think I won't make it,
Playing in a rock 'n' roll band.
Sometimes I wanna be a picture director,
And try to make the world understand.

By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies.

All the movie makers of the world would be,