I choose my eyes wide open
And my heart half-broken every time
Over the gilded golden shackle
And the reassuring sentimental lie
I've seen the rolling meadows
And the cruelest ghettos in this town
I know the baker and the undertaker
And the girl with the stars on her gown
But the song that sounds the best to me
Is the chorus of the maple tree
That river bends in through the sea
Its course is fixed and so are we
It seems
But I've got sunshine, sunshine all over me
And brown eyes, blue skies are all I see
I do not care to offer any
Commentary on the world
I only sing for the pleasure
And for a certain sentimental, girl
I did not come to establish any
New worlds up somewhere up in the clouds
I just want to make love in the morning
Work 'til evening, and then watch the sun go down
Over the aimless and upward climb
The hidden hand, and searching vine
This river bends into the sea
Its course is fixed and so are we
It seems
But I've got sunshine, sunshine all over me
And brown eyes, blue skies are all I see
And the strangest food, it grows from the ledge
Oh my friends, my friends
Go near to the edge
But I've got sunshine, sunshine all over me
And brown eyes, blue skies are all I see
But I've got sunshine, sunshine all over me
And brown eyes, blue skies are all I see
Those who are mining for gold
Get prematurely old trying not to disappear
But me, I'm just a ditchdigger
When I'm gone, forget that I was here