To Feel the Sunshine On My Face

Where is your quiet place When the days too much to face Crunching down on autumn leaves Walking beside a blue sea breeze Is there some where built up in your head Or your pottering around a garden shed Doodling patturns in the sand Or digging up potatoes from the land I'm going off to my quiet place To feel the sunshine on my face Don't bother calling I'll be leaving it in my car Now bog off for a while, I won't be far.