Mining for some marmalade,
to bake in some pricey pies
with golden crusts and golden filling
expensive desserts I\'d like to dine!
At a restaurant fine and fancy,
with forks and spoons of silver work
wouldn\'t mind a setting for glancing,
and bottles of liquid happiness uncork
streams of it in glass to mouth,
surrendering to feeling-
the sounds go from soft to loud
and all my world is reeling.
But
I could go for quiet nights
down rural coasts of anything-
I would run with darkness\' flight
or to lights I\'d fly so dreaming,
I\'d play cards or read with you,
on the porch at twelve or noon
laugh at clouds swimming on blue
gone to west and all too soon.
So
Doesn\'t matter the minding or setting
however it is that I\'ll spend with you,
regardless of richness or poverty
doesn\'t matter how the lovebirds flew.