I'll never be a banker, I thank
God.
Nor yet the giants who share
the things to be.
And I wouldn't want and couldn't hold
the power that comes with kings.
For I'm sure they haven't time to sit like me,
sit like me.
So I sit and let the blues roll over me.
I let the breath of sun
shine clear my head
And as I sit I wonder what
I've done somehow
to earn
The splendid thoughts that
come into my head
I'm just thinking
Pray trouble not your mind
with thoughts of
For I'm long gone into the
land of dreams
Where still there lie some windmill sails
to toot
And friends you meet smile
with their eyes
With their eyes
So I sit and let the blues roll over me
I let the breath of sun
shine clear my head,
And as I sit I wonder what
I've done somehow to earn
The splendid thoughts that come into my head,
I'm just thinking
I wish you well in your hustling,
harassed world
The brattling hubbub of
an urgent age
Deprives you of the simple joys, not I
A loving life and long if you survive
And, baby, I don't know
Six foot down and six foot still to go
So I sit and let the blues roll over me I
let the breath of sunshine clear my head
And as I sit I wonder what I've
done somehow to earn
The splendid thoughts that
come into my head
And as I sit I wonder what I've
done somehow to earn
The splendid thoughts that
come into my head