Does the swallow dream of flying
As it sleeps on the wing
Does it long for the summer
As it flies home for spring

Does daisy feel a sadness
At the last rays of Sun
Does the wind feel a gladness
At the work that it’s done

I won’t go
Making mountains
Out of molehills
Anymore

I won’t go
Chasing windmills
Round in circles
Anymore

I won’t go
Preaching sermons
To the choir
What’s it for?

I won’t go
Through the motions
Anymore

Does the river ever wonder
What will come 'round the bend?
As it twists and meanders
Down its slow descent

I looked out over London
With my last cup of tea
My gaze was returned by
Grey cloud and steel