Lyrics The Sun Over the Yardarm - Martin Newell

So the sun sat down
And in August was a golden gown
Worn on the back of a day
Which was making its way to bed
And a bell maked time
While a barmaid sliced another lime
Just as the moon sidled in
Needing ice in her gin she said
The sun over the hills and away
And over the yardarm
The sun towing the end of the day
Over the yardarm
As a plane went by
Left a signature upon the sky
Somewhere a telephone rang
And a working girl sang away
To the evening star
While a silence settled on the bar
There were no words and no one
Who could summon the sun to stay
The sun over the hills and away
And over the yardarm
The sun towing the end of the day
Over the yardarm
The sun over the hills and away
And over the yardarm
The sun towing the end of the day
Over the yardarm
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun
The sun