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 heart 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 harbor 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?