I'D Swivel My Foot Poem by Willoh Theresa

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.