We haven’t got a pot to cook in
No looking glass to look in
But our dreams are sweet
We seldom eat
We can live on love…
We haven’t got a bed to sleep in
To count our little sheep in
But our hopes are great
And we can wait while we live on love….
Though you may feel we ought to deal
With such realitites:
No house, no lot, no car – so what?
We haven’t got a check to cash in
No pot to put our hash in
But we’ve got that thing
That comes in spring:
We can live on love!