(john phillips)
i wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep
all black from head to foot
from climbing in them chimneys
and cleaning out that soot.
with a broom and ladder and pail,
the darkened walls i scale -
and far..and high...i see a patch of sky.
i'd rather be the gypsy
(i'd rather be the gypsy)
whose camped at the edge of town -
(camped at the edge of town)
the one who has the dancing bear
that follows him around.
and he lifts his big foot up;
he puts his big foot down
and bows...and twirls...
and dances 'round and 'round.
i found i was a cabin boy last night as i did dream -
bound upon a magic ship for a land i'd never seen.
and the moon she filled our sails;
and the stars they steered our course;
and on our bow there was a golden horse.
the queen eats fruit and candy; the bishop nuts and cheese
and when i am a grown man, i'll taste just what i please -
the honey from the bee, the shellfish from the sea,
the earth, the wind, a girl, someone to share these things with me.
i wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep, etc...
(i'd rather be the gypsy, etc...)
(i dreamed i was a cabin boy, etc...) |