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If I was a boatman and had the best of vessels,
Dressed in the finest skipper garb with hooks and bells and tassels;
And then I'd take you in me arms and set things in motion,
And together we would see the world all from the rockin' ocean.
If I was a poet and me pen could stir your passion,
I'd loop and swirl a mess of words and court you in this fashion;
Then I'd compose and write and rhyme of you and my desire,
And make a pretty fortune of the things that you inspire.
Of all the fickle dreams I've held, time is wise and time will tell,
I would make them all come true, if someone showed me how;
I'd hold them all in high degree, to hell with all reality,
What do you think of me, what d'ya think of me now?
If I was a preacher, a Godly occupation,
My sermons would profess my love to all the congregation;
My prayers unto the holy One would only be for thee,
I'd worship at your altar for all eternity.
If I was a scientist and I could work invention,
I'd work physics and biology to serve your intention;
Then I'd stay up and calculate with heart and mind and body,
The equation for your beauty 'cause it's you I want to study.
Of all the fickle dreams I've held, time is wise and time will tell,
I would make them all come true, if someone showed me how;
I'd hold them all in high degree, to hell with all reality,
What do you think of me, what d'ya think of me now?
Recorded by Fine Crowd (Sucker For Good Company, trk#1, 1998, Growler Music, St. John's, NL).
