Rest and listen - the earth is singing.
'Where am I going, I don't quite know,
down to the stream where the buttercups grow,
'If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the bluebells grow-
Anywhere ,anywhere. I don't know.
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