If I Were a Featherbed (John McCutcheon) If I were a featherbed, in your house so fine I'd hold you in my arms each night, keep you warm in the wintertime If I were an old banjo, felt your finger on my strings I'd play the sweetest little song that a banjo e'er did sing If I were a drop of rain that trickled down your chin I'd run right up and kiss your lips, and kiss them twice again. If I were a breath of wind on your cheeks as you walked by I'd pick you up upon my back and teach you how to fly. If I were a hair ribbon, and my color it was blue I'd be ten times as beautiful, 'cause I'd be wearing you. And if I were a big wool rug sitting in your front hall I'd tickle your feet and make you laugh if you stepped on me at all. If I were a featherbed, in your house so fine I'd hold you in my arms each night, keep you warm in the wintertime (c)1984, John McCutcheon JRO oct99
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