We haven't got a pot to cook in
No looking glass to look in
But our dreams are sweet
We seldom eat
We can live on love

We haven't got a bed to sleep in
To count our little sheep in
But our hopes are great
And we can wait
While we live on love

Though you may feel we ought to deal with such realities
No house, no lot, no car, so what?
They're trivialities
We haven't got a check to cash in
No pot to put our hash in
But we've got that thing that comes in spring
We can live on love