Mr Reagan 43

[Verse 1]
Mister Reagan took the test
He showed them dying at its best
Grumbled little, said much less
Took no one to his side
Where once his eyes were fresh and green
Many sad things he had seen
His eyes have now a misty sheen
The turning of the tide

[Chorus]
In his mind a picture
Of the mist upon the hill
Little does he know
That there his dreams are growing still

[Verse 2]
'43, in Churchill's time
The dollar wasn't worth a dime
Live your life and waste the time
Sinatra's singing on
He's smiling now and says, "Good cheers
I'm sick of looking at your tears"
Dreams still drifting on the hill
His misty eyes are gone

[Chorus]
In his mind a picture
Of the mist upon the hill
Little does he know
That there his dreams are drifting still

[Verse 3]
Mister Reagan, forty-three
Now smiles at all the misery
Collecting thoughts his eyes can't see
Oh, what a way to go
A sterling measure for a man
Won't use a comb or caravan
Still sees the mist upon the hill
Blanketing the snow

[Chorus]
In his mind a picture
Of the mist upon the hill
Little does he know
That there his dreams are drifting still

[Outro]
Be be be be, be be be be
Be be be be, be be be be
Be be be be, be be be be
Be