I'd like to gather all my friends Beneath my roof someday The ones whose years are only few And those with hair of gray
I'd bring them from across the seas From mountains, hills and vales And those who travel constantly Could spin their many tales
Musicians who could sing for us The old and modern themes Artistic friends whose brushes paint The pictures of our dreams
The ones who have no thought of wealth Whose hearts are purest gold And those who've found the lonliness Success can sometimes hold
Each one has touched my life with joy Somewhere along the way I'd like to gather all of them Beneath my roof some day |