When the sky is a bright camellia,
I forget every cloud I've ever seen.
So they call me a cock -eyed optimist,
Immature and incurable gleam.
I have heard people rave and rant
and bellow that we're done
and we might as well be dead
But I'm only a cockeyed optim
ist
and I can't get it into my head
I hear the human race
is falling on its face
an d hasn't very far to go
But every whip o' wheel
is sellin' me a bill
and tellin' me it just ain't so
I'd say life is just a bowl of jello
and appear more intelligent and smart
But I'm stuck like a dope
with a thing called hope
and I can 't get it out of my heart
No, not this heart
I have dreamed that
yongs are lovely
I have dreamed what
a joy you'd be.
I have dreamed every
word you whisper.
Oh, when you're close,
close to me,
how you look in
the glow of evening.
I have
dreamed and enjoyed the view,
in these dreams
I've loved you so,
but somehow I can't
I think I know what it's like
being loved by you.
I would love be ing loved
by you.
When I take you out tonight with me, honey,
here's the way it's gonna be, you'll sit behind
And a team of snow white horses
In the slickest gig you ever seen
Sheiks and ducks and
geese bear a scurry
When I take you out in the survey
When I take you out in the sunny
with the fringe on top
Watch that fringe,
see how it flut ters
When I drive them high
-steppin' strutters
Nosey folks will peek
through the shutters
And their eyes will pop
The wheels are yel low,
the upholstery's brown
The dash board's genuine leather
With ice and glass cur tains
We can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather
Two bright side lights
Winkin' and blinkin'
Ain't no fine rig I'm a -thinkin'
You can keep your rig
If you think you never care
To swap for that
shiny little Surrey
with the fringe on the top
I can see the stars getting blurry
when I drive you home in the Surrey
Driving slowly home in the sorrow
of the fringe on the top
I can feel the day getting older
Feel a sleepy head on
my shoulder
Nightingale drooping close
to my shoulder
Till it falls, ka -plop
The sun is swimming on the rim of a hill
The moon is taking a head -dive
And just as I'm thinking
all the earth will be still
A lark will wake up in the meadow
Shh, babe,
my baby's a -sleepin'
May be got a dream
worth a keepin'
Whoa, you two,
just keep a -creepin'
With a slow clip -clop
Don't you hurry with a sorry
Scurry with a sorry
Pretty little sorry
with the fringe on time.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm