Where's the Mate for Me - Howard Keel

Who cares if my boat goes upstream,

Or if the gale bids me go with the river’s flow?

I drift along with my fancy

Sometimes I thank my lucky stars my hear is free.

And other times I wonder where’s the mate for me?

The driftwood floating over the sea

Someday finds a sheltering lea,

So, somewhere there surely must be A harbour meant for me.

I drift along with my fancy,

Sometimes I thank my lucky stars my heart is free.

And other times I wonder where’s the mate for me?