I Worried
Phantom Handshakes
I worried a lot, will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction
Will the earth turn, as it was taught?
And if not how shall I explain it?
Or shall I give in?
Was I right, was I wrong?
Will I be forgiven
Can I do better now?
Could I do better then?
Will I ever be able to sing?
As the sparrows do it
Even though I am hopeless and desperate
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it?
Am I going to get weak, sick and frail someday?
Suddenly I saw that worrying had come to nothing and I gave it up
And took my old body and went out into the morning and sang
(And sang, and sang)
Why can’t I see in front of me?
In front of me?
Why can’t I see in front of me?
In front of me?
Suddenly I saw that worrying had come to nothing and I gave it up
And took my old body and went out into the morning and sang
And I sang, and I sang
(And sang, and sang)