Barbara Cook
Where's the Mate for Me? / Make Believe
Who cares if my boat goes upstream,Or if the gale bids me go with the river's flow?I drift along with my fancySometimes I thank my lucky stars my hear is free.And other times I wonder where's the mate for me?The driftwood floating over the seaSomeday finds a sheltering lea,So, somewhere there surely must beA harbour meant for me.I drift along with my fancy,Sometimes I thank my lucky stars my heart is free.And other times I wonder where's the mate for me?
From Letras Mania