If i were a rich man,
i wouldn't care any less,
would have kissed goodbye,
every vices i got and
lived life of a sage.
If i were a rich man,
i would have smiled and smirked
doffed my hate off,
and loved to live myself too
like i never did before
If i were a rich man,
i would march on the plains,
climb the mountains ahead
stood the drowning rain
and dusting sun's drain
If i were a rich man,
i would have carved a small cottage
alongside a river or lake
fished all day and grew my food,
and never wandered out the woods
if i were a rich man,
i would have built a boat or canoe
swam with it to touch sunset
slept under the starry gaze
and felt the chilly wind pace
If i were a rich man,
i would have converted my words,
and even more than i can say,
but then who would want richness for
when my poorness would allow everything
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