Well, I long to be far from the madding crowd
And, I yearn to be free of this social go-round
And, I'm goin' from the names that,
when dropped, attract a crowd
Here I'm guilty
For swearing, backbiting
and drinking, and fighting and me
Oh, to be free
Now, here's my young daughter
My own pride and joy
A prima ballerina
To dance for her boy
Light, her feet skip the ground
While her head flies the sky
And I love her
Oh, the story, the glory
The romance, the love dance
The tragedy
Forever be mine
Always be mine
Oh, the story, the glory
The romance, the love dance
The tragedy
Forever be mine
Forever be mine