Today I picked the grapes,
But they were not mine to eat.
They were only mine to put into
The basket at my feet.

And when the day was over,
I stood and turned for home,
But I really didn’t have one.
My home is just a room.

One room in a two room shack
I share with my three brothers.
What we own fits in a gunnysack.
And we belong only to each other.

Yes, freedom is what we share
As we move from town to town
But we hope we’ll find a place somewhere
Where we can settle down.

A church, a school, a neighborhood,
The things you overlook.
As you eat the grapes I picked today.
And page through your Redbook.

• Be careful what you wish for
• For it could soon be yours
• And once you have it in your hand
• You may not want it anymore.

• Be careful what you dream of
• For dreams come true
• And when you wish upon a star,
• That star may fall on you.

• Be careful of putting
• All your hope within your heart
• For hearts can shatter easily
• When dreams fall apart

• Be careful what you wish for
• Think twice before you do.
• For you may find that life is best
• When wishes don’t come true.