Written by Graham Nash



Clear blue skies, not too much to ask for,

They were here before we came,

Will they be here when we're gone?



Clean water, not too much to hope for,

It's the basis of our lives

And without it we are done.



Well we can keep our eyes upon the skies

And see how the time goes by

Or we can find our fears among the tears

That fall when the meadows cry, cry cry.



Well we can keep our eyes upon the skies

And see how the time goes by

Or we can find our fears among the tears

That fall when the meadow cries.



Clear ideas, much too much to think of.

We need all the help we can get

(And I know) we need all the time that we've got

(And I know) we need all the love we can give,

It will be here when we're gone (clear blue skies)

It will be here when we're gone

It will be here when we're gone (clear blue skies)

Clear blue skies

Clear blue skies (clear blue skies).

Clear blue skies (clear blue skies).