In the Days of Milk and Honey

In the days of milk and honey Milk was cheap and fresh Honey costed little money And I paid in cash In the dream one winter night I was flying low In the blur of lamppost light I was flapping slow Over houses and then Swooping down I flew Over pavements and again Up towards the blue In the days of wine and music Days of happy sadness Nothing seemed too much intrusive In my eyes of gladness Troubles, hardships and decay Left their mark on me But I threw them all away Just to let me be In the days of love and painting Days of paper cup champagne I was frequently escaping From each place I stayed I was making lots of friends And I was beknown But all friendships had to end In the days bygone Days dissolve into thin air Still I fly in dreams Over houses, over square In the dimmed light beams.