The fortune hunter
Language: English 
Lunnon is a big place,
Lots o' people in it,
Heaps o' folks a-toilin'
Every single minute;
Everybody's movin',
Comin' or a-goin',
Sort o' makes me giddy -
Takes a lot o' knowin'.

Lunnon is a fine place,
Often 'mid its noises
Think about the country
And the quiet voices;
Dream about a cottage,
Lips that wait to kiss me,
Hear the children's laughter -
Wonder if they miss me.

Down the street the flower girls
Lilac sprays are sellin',
Makes me think in passin'
How the country's smellin';
Have to stop and buy some -
(Wish my heart would harden!)
Just because the lilac
Grows in mother's garden.


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

Researcher for this text: Harry Joelson

This text was added to the website: 2010-12-08
Line count: 24
Word count: 109