It's not what you should do, it's what you can
creating more than giving and taking
my love saved my heart from her tired divan

All the world in an unmoved caravan
making room for love the undertaking
It's not what you should do, it's what you can

So far had I wandered a lone woodsman
as evening fell I heard a sweet singing
my love saved my heart from her tired divan

I had no rose and no wit for a plan
so doubled her wood-pile, axe a-swinging
It's not what you should do, it's what you can

She opened her door, held a frying pan
laughing and eating, not dancing, prancing
my love took my heart to her tired divan

Oh acorn, from which our shady woods began
ever and ever I'm praising, thanking
It's not what you should do, it's what you can
my love saved my heart from her tired divan