Robert Frost (Album Version) - Karrin Allyson

Written by：Jay Leonhar

Robert Frost did write in

Settings beautiful and rustic

He wrote of rolling hills and green terrain

But poor me I must do my writing

In the chaos of the city

Sometimes even on a subway train

How am I to ever learn about the woodlands

And the falling leaves of autumn

And such things sublime

When I must spend all my time

Just trucking 'round this dirty city

Doing what I can to earn

A dime dime dime

How did Robert Frost make payments on

That little country place of his

Where did he get the dough

Could he go down to the country store

And sell a poem saying

"Here's a nice one I wrote about the snow"

Surely now he must have had

A sponsor of some sort

Perhaps a lady friend just rolled in bread

A lady friend to say "Now Bob

Why don't you take a long long walk

And write whatever pops into

Your head head head"

She'd say

"Bobby don't you worry about

The mortgage

No no

Bobby don't you worry about those bills

Bobby why don't you go write

A poem about the neighbors

About the fences about the rolling hills "

"Bobby don't you worry about the dishes

And don't you even think about those pans

Bobby you know it's not good

That an artist like yourself

Should be walking around

This world with dishpan hands "

So you see now Bob was free to

Follow through his fancies

Wander through the hills behind the muse

Boy if I had Bobby's life

I'd follow through my fancies

Oh to be in Bobby's shoes

If I had Bobby's life I could be a hero

Go out and find my fortune and my fame

The only trouble is

I hear from people who have found it

That everything in life stays

Just the same same same

Just the same

Stays the same

Just the same