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