"Thousands Or More" lyrics

"Thousands Or More"

Well the time passes over more cheerful and gay
Since we've learned a new act to drive sorrows away
Sorrows away, sorrows away, sorrows away
Since we've learned a new act to drive sorrows away

Well bright Phoebus arises so high in the sky
With her red, rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye
Sparkling eye, sparkling eye, sparkling eye
With her red, rosy cheeks and her sparkling eye

Well if you ask me for credit you'll find I have none
With my bottle and friend you will find me at home
Find me at home, find me at home, find me at home
With my bottle and friend you will find me at home

Well though I'm not rich and although I'm not poor
I'm as happy as those that's got thousands or more
Thousands or more, thousands or more, thousands or more
I'm as happy as those that's got thousands or more


Thanks to ADMTetanus for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): David Robinson, Andrew Robert Yates, Jonathan Michael Peter Darley, Robert James Alexander Sattin
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