Jack of All Trades

A Thursday morning mama took my brother and me She drove up to the hill where the chestnut still lives I miss these memories, but the desire was to flee And I fled when the time came to be "Mama, look at me!" he said "Look what I've made" "I'm a jack of all trades" "Mama, look at me!" he said "Look what I've made" "I'm a jack of all trades" About a week before, when the heat was at peak I thought I cried for fear, but I was crying for relief I tore myself up for my brother, and family And to her I said "Penrose, I must leave" "Mama, look at me!" he said "Look what I've made" "I'm a jack of all trades" "Mama, look at me!" he said "Look what I've made" "I'm a jack of all trades" Jack of all trades, master of none But oftentimes better than master of one Jack of all trades, master of none But oftentimes better than master of one Now I've been to the northern sea, and further West I've lived in the land of windmills, like a guest The more weight I add to the life in my chest The more I'll be wondering what's next Jack of all trades, master of none But oftentimes better than master of one Jack of all trades, master of none But oftentimes better than master of one Jack of all trades, master of none But oftentimes better than master of one Jack of all trades, master of none