who wouldn't want to have the best life?
who wouldn't want to have the best woman for a wife?
who wouldn't want an end to sorrow?
who wouldn't want to always look forward to tomorrow?
...
It should be a capital crime
For a single day to pass
Without a single line of rhyme.
Least of that exceptional face on a bus.
...
What Will The Harvest Be?
who wouldn't want to have the best life?
who wouldn't want to have the best woman for a wife?
who wouldn't want an end to sorrow?
who wouldn't want to always look forward to tomorrow?
but i ask myself, what will the harvest be?
oh i wish i had eyes that could see
ahead into the future
then i could plan better.
but i can't see beyond the horizon of the deep blue sea
i cant see beyond the shades of the beautiful green trees
oh i dont know what the harvest will be
but i believe what will be will be.
now i wish i were a seer, a powerful Shaman
and not this wretched hopeful man
who cant even see beyond this bend
yet is wishing for a happy end.
so, i'll take a dine
i'll drink all of life's sweet wine
i dont give a damn.
i've got no time.