Roger Whittaker - Why Lyrics
Something is going wrongWith the singer and the songAnd the music isnt gentle anymoreTheres a mist across the moonAnd the suns too hot at noonAnd the house is dark behind the broken doorWhere the flowers used to growWith their leaves are hanging lowAnd the constant shadow lies across the floorTheres a strange and empty skyWhere the wild birds used to flyAnd I never tasted bitter rain beforeAnd will the grass be gone from underneath the skyWill the golden flower wither soon and dieWill the fire burn out the landAnd the sea fill-up with sandWill the last word ever spoken be why?Will the last word ever spoken be why?Someones lost the planFor the brotherhood of manAnd no ones trying to find it anymoreAnd the winds become a sighFor those who hate and those who dieAnd the waves are black and slow along the shoreAnd will the grass be gone from underneath the skyWill the golden flower wither soon and dieWill the fire burn out the landAnd the sea fill-up with sandWill 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?