By a country road wild roses grow that need my special care,
So I havent time to be a millionaire.
And a cheerful brook on a mountain side, is sad when Im not there,
So I havent time to be a millionaire.
And a friendly gang of robins are peeved when I forget,
That Im the second tenor in their quartet.
So with all the things I have to do, Im very much aware
If I wished for wealth it wouldnt be quite fair
`cause I havent time to be a millionaire.