I Haven't Time To Be A Millionaire

By a country road wild roses grow that need my special care,

So I haven't time to be a millionaire;

And a cheerful brook on a mountainside is sad when I'm not there,

So I haven't time to be a millionaire;



And a friendly gang of robins are peeved when I forget

That I'm the second tenor in their quartet.

So with all the things I have to do, I'm very much aware,

If I wished for wealth it wouldn't be quite fair,

'Cause I haven't time to be a millionaire.