And me just the fool on the hill,
Sitting here like Walter Mitty
Dreaming my life away still.
The city begins to awake,
There's a kind of buzz in the air;
The traffic builds make no mistake,
And I'm glad I'm here and not there.
Upon this hill where suggested,
I'm but a fool to sit all night,
But to see the traffic congested,
I think maybe I've got it right.
Upon this hill above the city,
I look upon with great enjoyment,
For all my dreams like Walter Mitty,
Have nothing to do with employment.
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