What shall you do with a green pot of stew?
You'll supapot for dinner and walk a country mile
What will you do with a green pot of stew?
You'll cross the Atlantic just to see her smile
Or sing with your friends if only for awhile
You'll sail the Pacific, white sails to the sky
And when winds are getting stiff and the ocean starts to shout and cry --
That this is the best life that ever came about
And this is the worst life that every came about
To not quite know yourself and not quite know the world
But that all melts away when you find the perfect chord
Or throw your arms in the High Sierra sky -- the High Sierra sky
What will you do with a green pot of stew?
You'll serve a pot for dinner and walk a country mile
What will you do with a green pot of stew?
Entangled in looseness, he dreams from the heart
Dreading and dancing the days they're apart
She'll hardly know who he is or what he's seen
When the apple of her eye dreams himself a tree
And the wind -- holds his arms to the sky
And the blue -- drowning in sunlight
She picks herself and apple but her bootsoles kiss the dirt
And dig deep to drink from the root
Her arms are up in the High Sierra sky -- the High Sierra Sky |
