Procol Harum - Quite Rightly So Lyrics
(brooker / fisher / reid)For you (whose eyes were opened wide whilst mine refused to see)Im sore in need of saving grace. be kind and humour meIm lost amidst a sea of wheatWhere people speak but seldom meetAnd grief and laughter, strange but trueAlthough they die, they seldom cryAn ode by any other name I know might read more sweetPerhaps the sun will never shine upon my field of wheatBut still in closing, let me sayFor those too sick, too sick to seeThough nothing shows, yes, someone knowsI wish that one was me