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 fingers 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 you 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... (whole verse repeated)
I'd hold you in my arms each night, keep you warm in the wintertime
If I were an old banjo, felt your fingers 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 you 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... (whole verse repeated)