Craise Finton Kirk

He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin

His shoes showed signs of 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 through a light

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go (Ah)

On his way

Oh, they don't know where he is (Ah)

Very, very nice, very, very nice

Even in the mornin' when he slept

Something good was missing

There's nothing very much to talk about

Or nothing very much to see

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go (Ah)

On his way

Oh, they don't know where he is (Ah)

Very, very nice, very, very nice

Talks about the place he'd like to go (Ooh, ooh)

And he's never seen the worrying and hurrying that makes a person slow (Ooh, ooh)

Yet you wouldn't think he'd be so hard to find

'Cause he looks so very busy and there's nothing on his mind

And his wavy hair continues not to grow

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go (Ah)

On his way

Oh, they don't know where he is (Ah)

Very, very nice, very, very nice

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go (Ooh, ooh)

On his way

Oh, they don't know where he is (Ah)

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