| Where's the Mate for Me |
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| Who cares if my boat goes upstream, |
| Or if the gale bids me go with the river’s flow? |
| I drift along with my fancy |
| Sometimes 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 sea |
| Someday finds a sheltering lea, |
| So, somewhere there surely must be A 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? |
