Roger Whittaker Why lyrics

Something is going wrong with the singer and the song
And the music isn't gentle anymore there's a mist across the moon
And the sun's too hot at noon and the house is dark behind the broken door

Where the flowers used to grow withered leaves are hanging low
And the constant shadow lies across the floor
There's a strange and empty sky where the wild birds used to fly
And I never tasted bitter rain before

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky?
Will the golden flower wither soon and die?
Will the fire burn out the land and the sea fill-up with sand?
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why?


Someone's lost the plan for the brotherhood of man
And no one's trying to find it anymore
And the winds become a sigh for those who hate and those who die
And the waves are black and slow along the shore

And will the grass be gone from underneath the sky?
Will the golden flower wither soon and die?
Will the fire burn out the land? Will the sea fill-up with sand?
Will the last word ever spoken be why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why?
Will the last word ever spoken be why?