Revolving Man - текст песни
Revolving Man
Ah, revolving man,
Don't you ever get ahead?
All your days are spent
In catching up the rent.
Ah, revolve, revolve -
Don't you ever get a Sunday
To read the paper and
Jump into leaves or water?
You're laughing
Of course I'm laughing -
I'm happy
to revolve around my children,
to revolve around my love.
Ah, revolving man,
Don't you ever want to cry?
All your nights are spent
In catching up your breath.
And the children need -
Well, they're always needing something.
Growing out of clothes
They grow into yesterday.
You young ones don't believe in nothing
but freedom from yourselves.
Where are you getting ahead to?
It's I who am sorry for you.
And `God is in His Heaven,
All's right with the world.
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