Текст песни Why - Roger Whittaker

Something's going wrong
With the singer and the song
And the music isn't gentle anymore

There's a mist across the moon
And the sun's too hot at noon
And the house is dark behind the broken door

Where the flowers used to grow
With their leaves are hanging low
And the constant shadow lies across the floor

There's a strange and empty sky
Where the wild birds used to fly
And I never tasted bitter rain before

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky
Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land
And the sea fill-up with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why?

Someone's lost the plan
For the brotherhood of man
And no one's trying to find it anymore
And the winds become a sigh
For those who hate and those who die

And the waves are black and slow along the shore
And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky

Will the golden flower wither soon and die
Will the fire burn out the land
Will the sea fill-up with sand
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why?
Will the last word ever spoken be... Why?