Se-

ven

a.-

m.,

the

u-

su-

al

mor-

ning

line-

up

Start

on

the

chores

and

sweep

'till

the

floor's

all

clean

Po-

lish

and

wax,

do

laund-

ry,

and

mop

and

shine

up

Sweep

a-

gain,

and

by

then

it's

like

se-

ven

fif-

teen

And

so

I'll

read

a

book

Or

may-

be

two

or

three

I'll

add

a

few

new

pain-

tings

to

my

gal-

le-

ry

I'll

play

gui-

tar

and

knit

And

cook

and

ba-

si-

cally

Just

won-

der

when

will

my

life

be-

gin?

Then

af-

ter

lunch

it's

puz-

zles

and

darts

and

ba-

king

Pa-

per

mac-

he,

a

bit

of

bal-

let

and

chess

Pot-

te-

ry

and

ven-

tril-

o-

quy,

cand-

le

ma-

king

Then

I'll

stretch,

may-

be

sketch,

take

a

climb

Sew

a

dress!

And

I'll

reread

the

books

If

I

have

time

to

spare

I'll

paint

the

walls

some

more

I'm

sure

there's

room

some-

where

And

then

I'll

brush

and

brush

And

brush

and

brush

my

hair

Stuck

in

the

same

place

I've

al-

wa-

ys

been

And

I'll

keep

wan-

derin'

and

wan-

derin'

And

wan-

derin'

won-

derin'

When

will

my

life

be-

gin?

To-

mor-

row

night

The lights

will

ap-

pear

Just

like

they

do

on

my

birth-

day

each

year

What

is

it

like

Out

there

where

they

glow?

Now

that

I'm

ol-

der

Mo-

ther

might

just

Let

me

go