If I were rich I'd like to go A roaming -- where the pace is slow The air is cool, the sky is blue And water tastes as it's s'posed to do.
If I were rich I'd buy a place High on a hill with lots of space To watch the tide breaking on the sands And ships sail away to far off lands.
If I were rich I'd set my chair Out on the porch in the sweet fresh air High on my hill above the sea, And watch sea gulls up flying free.
If I were rich - well rich enough To pay for food and rent and stuff, I'd spend my days in an old deck chair Out in the sweet unpolluted air.
If I were rich - which I'll never be - I'd spend my days just pleasing me. Drawing and painting and having fun Out in the air and the wind and sun.
If I were rich - doesn't hurt to dream - I'd watch night skies where the stars still gleam And dream of how it used to be When I was too busy to just please me.