New York, Tennessee, Oregon, Maine,
Wichita, Little Rock, Butte, and Spokane
I've seen them all, mister,
I've heard their noisy hum
You know them all, mister,
when you're a bum
Wherever I go I listen,
and I hear the lonely tune
Of the frantic lonely millions
trying hard to buy the moon
And I heard a song of harvest
in the green and copper hills
As the copper turns to pennies
and the green to dollar bills
Yes, I've heard them all,
but I can't go sing them back
I sing another song along the track
I sing a song
about the ocean
Sing of how endless is the ocean
Sing of how ever
near the shore and sea
An d that's how true love
should ever be.
I sing a song about
the snowfall.
Sing of how gentle
is the snowfall.
Sing of how pure the
snow on every tree.
And that's how true love
should ever be.
I've sung my song on a plane
with the wind an d the rain about me.
I've sung it high to a cloud
and the people who crowd
along.
Oh, I sing a song about forever.
Only a song about
forever.
Sing of how empty heart's
forever long
But nobody listens to my song
I sing a song about the ocean
Sing how endless is
the ocean
However near the shore
and sea
And that's how true love should
ever be