Does The Swallow Dream Of Flying

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
Any more
I won't go chasing windmills
Round in circles
Any more
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