(Performed by Tony Martin)
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?