which naught can disarrange.
Based on the hopeful supposition,
that soon our luck will change.
Though we very often wonder
whether poverty may win the day
Just as long as we remain to gether,
troubles seem to fade away
However hard a bed one lies on,
the same old dreams begin
We're always scanning the horizon
for when our ship comes in.
We'll have a sweet little cafe
We shall thrive on the vain
We'll have a meek reputation
that half the world will be jealous
An d all our dreary deprivations
Though we're very often driven,
this is very hard to find
when we left them far be hind.
She knows how tired we are.
We'll hitch a hopeful little wagon
We'll have a sweet little cafe
We'll find a fortune and a happiness there
We shall thrive on the vain
And can try to remain independent
We'll have a meek reputation
Pink will fall under our spell
that the world will be jealous
Oh, those sweet little nappets
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