Who cares if my boat goes upstream Or if the gale bids me go with the river's flow? I drift along with my fancy Sometimes I thank my lucky stars my heart is free And other times I wonder where's that mate for me? The driftwood floating over the sea Someday finds a sheltering lee So, somewhere there surely must be A harbor meant for me I drift along with my fancy Sometimes I thank my lucky stars my heart is free And other times I wonder where's the mate Hello Er, how do you do? Do you live here? No, I'm just a way Farer along the river So am I Which way are you going? Either way Where are you going? Anywhere Papa gives shows Oh, are you a player? You mean like on the pianner? Yes, I play a little Oh, was that you I heard just now? Yes, that was me What a pity What did you say, Mister? Er, when I asked you if you were a player I meant are you an actress? Oh no But I'd give anything if I could be Why? Because you can make believe So many wonderful things That never happen in real life But wonderful things do happen this very day I was standing here on the levee, feeling blue And suddenly I looked up and I must go now Why? Well, you see, you're talking to me And I don't know you Does that really matter so much? N-no, not to me But they say it isn't nice If you like to make believe things, why can't We make believe we know each other? Oh, yes and we haven't seen each other For seventy-five years and you're my long-lost nephew There's a scene like that in a play called "The Village Drunkard" No, seventy-five years is too long Besides I don't think I'd like the idea of being your nephew Let us imagine that we've just met But we really have Yes but let's just suppose That we've fallen in love at first sight