Lyric Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy of Arts

He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin
He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that s growing thin
Yet he didn t have so very far to go
With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned
With a mere step in the mountain to a light

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
Oh they don t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Even in the morning when he slept
Something odd is missing
There s nothing very much to talk about
And nothing very much to see

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
oh they don t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Talks about the place he d like to go
And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow
Yet you wouldn t think he d be so hard to find
Yet he looks so very busy but there s nothing on his mind
And his wavy hair continues not to grow

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
oh they don t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
Oh they don t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice