Lyrics
Well my next crib won't be like the one before
Gonna be a seabreeze blowin through the door
Gonna be sunshine spillin through the trees
Swing in a hammock floatin on the breeze
My house will be a place where love comes in to stay
Gonna see the sunrise in my baby's face each and every day
Work in the yard cause I want to eat what we grow
And the yard will have music playing everywhere we go
And my next crib won't be like the one before
Gonna be a seabreeze blowin through the door
Gonna be sunshine spillin through the trees
Swing in a hammock floatin on the breeze
They say good things come to those who wait
But when you ask, "How long?" they refuse to stipulate
And if you hadda told me that this would take about fifteen years
I probably woulda killed myself and come back as a racketeer
But lookin through a window in time at the years to come
Hopin that we all survive these sad hours of opprobrium
Cause I see flowers and fruit trees in a green tableau
Spreadin from my back yard and all across Zion Valley below
And my next crib won't be like the one before
Gonna be a seabreeze blowin through the door
Gonna be sunshine spillin through the trees
Swing in a hammock floatin on the breeze