Explore "Songs for Parents: Summer Explorer" by John Chipman Farrar on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I'd like to be a gypsy With gold rings in my ears, Along the road to sit and sing, And not do another thing For years and years;
A road to dream upon by day, A fire for dreams at night, Free to wander far away, Free to shout and free to play, Quite impolite.
I'd pitch my tent beside a wall, All apple trees within, And if the apples didn't fall, I wouldn't hesitate at all. I'd climb -- and sin!
But if the weather wasn't fine, If all the world were rain, If there weren't anywhere to dine And goose-flesh quivered up my spine -- I "might" come home again!