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

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