Lyrics:
I wouldnt want to be a chimney sweep, All black from head to footFrom climbing in them chimneysAnd cleaning out that sootWith a broom and ladder and nailThe darkened walls I scaleAnd far..and high..I see a patch of skyId rather be the gypsyWhos camped at the edge of townThe one who has the dancing bearThat follows him aroundAnd he lifts his big foot upPuts his big foot downThen bows..then twirls..Then dances round and roundI found I was a cabin boyLast night as I did dreamBound aboard a magic shipFor a land Id never seenAnd the moon she filled our sailsAnd the stars they steered our courseAnd on..our bow..There was a golden horseThe queen eats fruit and candyThe bishop nuts and cheeseAnd when I am a grown manIll taste just what i pleaseThe honey from the beeThe shellfish from the seaThe earth, the wind, a girlSomeone to share these things with meI wouldnt want to be a chimney sweep, All black from head to footFrom climbing in them chimneysAnd cleaning out that sootId rather be the gypsyWhos camped at the edge of townThe one who has the dancing bearThat follows him around