Barbara Cook & Jerome Courtland Follow

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 that mate for me?

The driftwood floating over the sea
Someday finds a sheltering lee
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

Hello

Er, how do you do?

Do you live here?

No, I'm just a way
Farer along the river

So am I
Which way are you going?

Either way
Where are you going?

Anywhere
Papa gives shows

Oh, are you a player?

You mean like on the pianner?
Yes, I play a little

Oh, was that you I heard just now?

Yes, that was me

What a pity

What did you say, Mister?

Er, when I asked you if you were a player
I meant are you an actress?

Oh no
But I'd give anything if I could be

Why?

Because you can make believe
So many wonderful things
That never happen in real life

But wonderful things do happen this very day
I was standing here on the levee, feeling blue
And suddenly I looked up and

I must go now

Why?

Well, you see, you're talking to me
And I don't know you

Does that really matter so much?

N-no, not to me
But they say it isn't nice

If you like to make believe things, why can't
We make believe we know each other?

Oh, yes and we haven't seen each other
For seventy-five years and you're my long-lost nephew
There's a scene like that in a play called "The Village Drunkard"

No, seventy-five years is too long
Besides I don't think I'd like the idea of being your nephew
Let us imagine that we've just met

But we really have

Yes but let's just suppose
That we've fallen in love at first sight

Or if the gale bids me go with the river's flow?
I drift along with my fancy