When I'm
feeling weary and blue,
I'm only too glad to be left alone.
Dreaming of a place in the sun
when day is done,
far from the telephone.
Hardly ever see the sky.
Buildings seem to growl so high.
Give me somewhere peaceful and grand
where all the land slumbers
in monotone.
I'm world weary, world weary,
living in a great big town.
I find it so dreary, so dreary,
everything looks grey or brown.
I want an ocean blue,
great big trees,
a bird's eye view of the Pyrenees.
I want to watch the moon rise up
and see the great red sun go down.
Watching clouds go by
through a windy sky,
fascinates me.
But if I do it in the street,
every cop I meet simply hates me.
Because I'm world weary,
world weary,
tired of all these jumping jack s.
I long to get right back to nature an
d relax.
I want a hawk an d plow, chickens too,
Just one cow with a wistful moo.
I can hardly wait till I see the
great open spaces.
My loving friends will not be there,
I'm so sick of their damn fool faces.
Be cause I'm world weary,
world weary,
tired of all these jumping jack s,
I want to get right back
to nature and visit.