To sing, to laugh, to dream
To walk in my own way
Free, with an eye to see things as they are
A voice that means man hood
To cock my hat where I choose
At a word, a yes, a no
To fight, or wright
But never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart
So we get by
Just to get lost, again
But never will I
Roll over and die, alright
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To travle any road under the sun, under the stars
Nor care if fame and fortune Lie beyond the bourne
Yet with all modesty to say
My soul, be satisfied with flowers
With weeds, with thorns even
But gather them in the one garden you may call your own
In a word, I am too proud to be a parasite
And if my intellect is the germ that grows
Towering to heaven like the mountain pine
I stand not high may be
So we get by
Just to get lost, again
But never will I
Roll over and die, alright
All alone, alone, yes
But why go about making enemies?
Watching all the people making friends everywhere
As a dog makes friends
I mark the matter of these canine courtesies and think
Here comes, thank heaven allow that enemie
So we get by
Just to get lost, again
But never will I
Roll over and die, alright
So we get by
Just to get lost, again
But never will I
Roll over and die, alright
So we get by
Just to get lost, again
But never will I
Roll over and die, alright
So we get by
Just to get lost, again