|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I'm dreaming of the green hills and of dear old dad  Always was the best friend a drifter ever had  He took me off to school one day, it's then I saw the light  Now I'm a firm believer in the pleasures of the night  And I will never marry until I've had my fill  There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will  As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight  I'll be a firm believer in the pleasures of the night  |_ _ _ | _ __ | _ _ _ _ | _ __ | | _ _ _ _ |__ |_ _ _ | _ __ | _ _ I'm dreaming of the green hills and of dear old dad   I'm dreaming of the homestead where I was just a lad  I'm dreaming of the woodland in the pale moonlight  They don't hold a candle to the pleasures of the night  For I will never marry until I've had my fill  There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will  As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight  I'll be a firm believer in the pleasures of the night  |_ _ _ | _ __ | _ _ _ _ | _ __ | | _ _ _ _ |__ |_ _ _ | _ __ | _ _ When a man becomes a drifter his road is often rough  He has so many problems 'cause he never gets enough  But with his way of living to choose he has the right  He is a true believer in the pleasures of the night  For I will never marry until I've had my fill  There is no woman that I know can bend me to her will  As long as I keep drifting like a seabird in its flight  I'll be a firm believer in the pleasures of the night  I'll be a firm believer in the pleasures of the night