| Show JUST T T I Q P 1 FOLKS T TI C B By EDGAR L HUNGER BUNGE I 1 want to go fishing I somewhere on a stream I want to give way to the l longing nging to dream Away from the tumult of motor r and mill millI I 1 want to be free care-free I 1 want to be still Im I'm weary of doing things weary of words I 1 want to be lie one with the bl blossoms and birds I want to push off from the river kissed shore Alone with my dreams and my fancies once more I 1 am wearying of reading the books on my shelf I wan want to b be quiet and arid think for myself Ive I've a feeling sometimes of huge things crushing crushing crushing crush crush- ing me And I 1 want to go somewhere and set my soul free I want to go fishing to sit all alone Wh Where re only the purest of breezes are blown To ro visit in worlds that are different fr from m ours The worlds of the insects the song birds the flowers To question the skies and the waters below And d be bethe the glad youth that I was w long loDi ago aio 4 |