I wrote to old man Kenny, I wrote him yesterday I wrote a little letter and I sent it on its way And what was in that missive? What was it I had to say? I'll be twice and double damned if I remember anyway (Sing a song, a song of words) A song to see me through (Born on the tide, his soul will ride) And see its way to you (And see its way to you) I wrote one to my lovely, I wrote her that I yearn I said I hoped she'd think of me, and write me back in turn And boys what did she send me? What did she have to tell us? A range of tawdry promises which made the fellas jealous (Sing a song, a song of words) A song to see me through (Born on the tide, his soul will ride) And see its way to you (And see its way to you) I wrote once to the king, I did, I wrote him of our plight I said despite the work I couldn't hardly get a bite And whadaya think he sent back? A royal decree? Twas a paltry list of places a poor man could eat for free (Sing a song, a song of words) A song to see me through (Born on the tide, his soul will ride) And see its way to you (And see its way to you) Just today I wrote to you, and did you see I said I took the road less travelled by and look at where it led Where do you think I wound up? Wherever could I be? Doesn't matter where I go, it's that I get there happily [sung in a round] (Sing a song, a song of words) A song to see me through (Born on the tide, his soul will ride) And see its way to you (And see its way to you) (Sing a song, a song of words) A song to see me through (Born on the tide, his soul will ride) And see its way to you (And see its way to you)
