Breezin' Along With the Breeze

I’m just breezin' along with the breeze,
Trailing the rails, I’m a roamin' the seas.
Like the birdies that sing in the trees,
Pleasin' to live, livin' to please.
The sky is the only roof I have over my head,
And when I’m weary, mother nature makes me a bed.
I’m just goin' along as I please,
Breezin' along with the breeze.
The sky is the only roof I have over my head,
And when I’m weary, mother nature makes me a bed.
I’m just goin' along as I please,
Breezin' along with the breeze.
Seymour Simons and Richard Whiting, 1926