Craise Finton Kirk Royal Academy of Arts

 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
 
©1967 Robin, Barry & Maurice Gibb
 from 'Bee Gees 1st'