To sing, to laugh, to dream To walk in my own way Free, with an eye to see things as they are A voice that means man hood To cock my hat where I choose At a word, a yes, a no To fight, or wright But never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart So we get by Just to get lost, again But never will I Roll over and die, alright ♪ To travle any road under the sun, under the stars Nor care if fame and fortune Lie beyond the bourne Yet with all modesty to say My soul, be satisfied with flowers With weeds, with thorns even But gather them in the one garden you may call your own In a word, I am too proud to be a parasite And if my intellect is the germ that grows Towering to heaven like the mountain pine I stand not high may be So we get by Just to get lost, again But never will I Roll over and die, alright All alone, alone, yes But why go about making enemies? Watching all the people making friends everywhere As a dog makes friends I mark the matter of these canine courtesies and think Here comes, thank heaven allow that enemie So we get by Just to get lost, again But never will I Roll over and die, alright So we get by Just to get lost, again But never will I Roll over and die, alright So we get by Just to get lost, again But never will I Roll over and die, alright So we get by Just to get lost, again