I always pass by the cream of the crop
Perhaps not too good to be true?
Yet, I Do not stop
By the by, my oh my
Who is it now, who puts the stars in the sky?
I keep on my journey, but why?
It is ignorance worthy of great hue and cry
And I am not aware, why do I?
They wax and they wane
They cause vexation and pain
The best of them always do
The quiet man's folly
It's what makes merry men un-jolly
I lie to myself, yet it's true
By the by, my oh my
Who is it now, who puts the stars in the sky?
I keep on my journey, but why?
It is ignorance worthy of great hue and cry
And I am not aware, why do I?
Oh these diamonds in the rough
Give things a try?
Too late, too tough
By the by, my oh my
Who is it now, who puts the stars in the sky?
I keep on my journey, but why?
It is ignorance worthy of great hue and cry
And I am not aware, why do I?