I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep All black from head to foot From climbing in them chimneys And cleaning out that soot. With a broom and ladder and pail, The darkened walls I scale — And far... and high... I see a patch of sky.
I'd rather be the gypsy (I'd rather be the gypsy) Whose camped at the edge of town — (Camped at the edge of town) The one who has the dancing bear That follows him around. And he lifts his big foot up; He puts his big foot down And bows... and twirls... And dances 'round and 'round.
I found I was a cabin boy last night as I did dream — Bound upon a magic ship for a land I'd never seen. And the moon she filled our sails; And the stars they steered out course; And on our bow there was a golden horse.
The queen eats fruit and candy; the bishop nuts and cheese And when I am a grown man, I'll taste just what I please — The honey from the bee, the shellfish from the sea, The earth, the wind, a girl, someone to share these things with me.
I wouldn't want to be a chimney sweep... (I'd rather be the gypsy...) (I dreamed I was a cabin boy...)
