and if the world weren’t bad;
I’d swivel my foot and smile a smile that was good,
and if the trees never spoke;
I’d swivel my foot and cry a cry that was sad,
and if the rain never did come;
I'd swivel my foot and think thoughts that were deep not
and if the stars were closer here;
I'd swivel my foot and dream a dream never now
But, and-if tommorow the postman never did come and your letters never did came;
I’d swivel my foot and run a run that ran to you...
... and I’d swivel my foot to you,
and all the oceans way, and the miles of green I climb, I swivel my foot to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mechanical word '' SWIVEL '' has been used very beautifully for attactment with the adored one and a wishful thought of freedom of movement has been portrayed in simple words conveying your inner desire.....