Track byBarbara Cook & John Raitt
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?