Revolving Man Lyrics

Ah, revolving man, Don't you ever get ahead? All your days are spent In catching up the rent. Ah, revolve, revolve - Don't you ever get a Sunday To read the paper and Jump into leaves or water? You're laughing Of course I'm laughing - I'm happy to revolve around my children, to revolve around my love. Ah, revolving man, Don't you ever want to cry? All your nights are spent In catching up your breath. And the children need - Well, they're always needing something. Growing out of clothes They grow into yesterday. You young ones don't believe in nothing but freedom from yourselves. Where are you getting ahead to? It's I who am sorry for you. And `God is in His Heaven, All's right with the world. '