She asked, "When will you be happy?"
When I have traveled across the land,
To feel new materials across my chest,
Across the oceans to taste new flavours
Until I find the best of best.
She asked, "Then will you be happy?"
When I find somewhere far away.
Where the air is fresh and clear.
Where the sun bathes my skin
And the water is bluer than here.
She asked, "And then you will be happy?"
Once I have found the love of my life-
And settle near the perfect city.
Once I have my own little one to hold
My eyes, her nose- so pretty.
She asked,"But then what?"
But then I will be content
When I find work that makes some penny
And I can support my family
And more, I hope that there is plenty...
Enough to be able to get away
From the ordinary everyday.
"Because you're not yet happy?
Will you not get tired and old
From chasing happiness forever?"
