Edgar Guest - Tinkerin` At HomeEdgar Guest - Tinkerin` At Home
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Some folks there be who seem to need excitement fast and furious,
An` reckon all the joys that have no thrill in `em are spurious.
Some think that pleasure`s only found down where the lights are shining,
An` where an orchestra`s at work the while the folks are dining.
Still others seek it at their play, while some there are who roam,
But I am happiest when I am tinkerin` `round the home.
I like to wear my oldest clothes, an` fuss around the yard,
An` dig a flower bed now an` then, and pensively regard
The mornin` glories climbin` all along the wooden fence,
An` do the little odds an` ends that aren`t of consequence.
I like to trim the hedges, an` touch up the paint a bit,
An` sort of take a homely pride in keepin` all things fit.
An` I don`t envy rich folks who are sailin` o`er the foam
When I can spend a day or two in tinkerin` `round the home.
If I were fixed with money, as some other people are,
I`d take things mighty easy; I`d not travel very far.
I`d jes` wear my oldest trousers an` my flannel shirt, an` stay
An` guard my vine an` fig tree in an old man`s tender way.
I`d bathe my soul in sunshine every mornin`, and I`d bend
My back to pick the roses; Oh, I`d be a watchful friend
To everything around the place, an` in the twilight gloam
I`d thank the Lord for lettin` me jes` tinker `round the home.
But since I`ve got to hustle in the turmoil of the town,
An` don`t expect I`ll ever be allowed to settle down
An` live among the roses an` the tulips an` the phlox,
Or spend my time in carin` for the noddin` hollyhocks,
I`ve come to the conclusion that perhaps in Heaven I may
Get a chance to know the pleasures that I`m yearnin` for to-day;
An` I`m goin` to ask the good Lord, when I`ve climbed the golden stair,
If he`ll kindly let me tinker `round the home we`ve got up there.
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