Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and cloudy.
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me,
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles;
I'm a rag-a-muffin child,
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.
Cloudy, my thoughts are scattered, and they're cloudy.
They have no borders, no boundaries;
They echo and they swell,
From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell,
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some poems in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine, I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like a floating question, why?
And they linger there or die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Cloudy (cloudy),
Cloudy (cloudy),
Cloudy (cloudy),
Cloudy (cloudy).
(Repeat and fade)
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- Miscellaneous
- Seekers Golden Collection
- The Seekers: 25 Year Reunion Celebration Live In Concert
- The Ultimate Collection
- Come The Day
- All Bound For Morningtown (Their EMI Recordings 1964-1968)
- Greatest Hits
- The Young Ones (Hong Kong Version)
- 50 The Golden Jubilee Album
- Seekers Seen In Green
- A World of Our Own
- The Golden Jubilee Album (Remastered)
- Music Is Great Britain...Hits from the British Invasion
- Coca-Cola Commercials
- All Bound for Morningtown
- Ideal Seekers
- The Seekers: 1966-1967
- The Seekers: Greatest Hits
- The Seekers: 1964-1965
- A Carnival of Hits