I'll be a dandy and I'll be a rover;
You know who I am by the song that I sing;
I feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover;
Who cares what tomorrow may bring.
Today, while blossoms still cling to the vine,
I taste your strawberries, I drink your sweet wine;
A million tomorrow’s will all pass away
Ere I forget all the joys that were mine today.
I can't be contented with yesterday's glories;
I can't live on promises winter to spring;
Today is my moment and now is my story;
I laugh and I cry and I sing.