There\'s so much to do, it\'d be a miracle if I got through it.
Not that I am stressed,
Just a dreamer with a pleasant address.
Enjoying life at a leisurely pace...
Don\'t want for much,
Dropped out of the race.
Dilly dally they called me..
But I don\'t give a toss.
I am just content knowing who\'s boss.
I have a thousand projects running around my head,
I couldn\'t finish all before I am dead..
I\'ll build stone walls for gardens,
A brick tank to catch water,
One to be bathed in...
And we can give thanks,
As we orta!
I\'ll build a shed from timber I stored...
Not some slap up from burnings..
I find generics a bore.
I find inspiration when I create...
Love to get a vision-
And tell my two mates!
I am a dreamer That\'s certainly so,
To bring dreams to reality, takes time, you know.
I would like to harvest trees;
Take some limbs,
Not waste the bark,
Craft a rocking chair.
That would be smart!
I could sit back and plan For the next hundred years...
And achieve all my dreams With joyful tears...
We could sit like kings upon our thrones...
If we can live forever
Life could be slow.