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).