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 |
