I love the gorilla who sits in that tree
But oh.. how I wish that gorilla was free.
He sits there all day with nothing to do
In a tree without leaves.. behind bars in the zoo.



So he closes his mind to the crowds drifting by,
To the walls and the bars.. and he looks at the sky.
He dreams of green jungles and soft filtered light
Of the whispering breeze in the still of the night



And the taste of the fruit plucked fresh from the vine
And the dark silent pools in a land before time.
Yes.. I love the gorilla who sits in that tree
But oh.. how I wish that gorilla was free!