Fiddler on the Roof

The words continue to inspire me with each passing year:

I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would.

I'd rather be a hammer than a nail
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.

Away, I'd rather sail away
Like a swan that's here and gone
A man gets tied up to the ground
He gives the world it's saddest sound
It's saddest sound.

I'd rather be a forest than a street
Yes I would, if I could, I surely would.

I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet
Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.