Poor Cow

I dwell in the north in the green country Far I'm here, far I'm here And I take to my rest at the end of day Whilst overhead pretty stars do play And then I dream along Then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day The rain has gone away Watching the children sing and play In the garden and the roadway Up comes a little one singing a song About a friend she knows called Rosie Off to the greenwood you must go Bring-a me one fine posie All of a sudden I'm light as air I feel sad as a butterfly Oh, I dwell with my pride and my songs and things Wearily, oh so wearily And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye Sun daily, whatever she may be And then I dream along Then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt Then I wake up in the funny old kind of day The rain has gone away Watching the children sing and play In the garden and the roadway Up comes a little one singing a song About a friend she knows called Rosie Off to the greenwood you must go Bring-a me one fine posie All of a sudden I'm light as air I feel sad as a butterfly Oh, I dwell in the north in the green country Far I'm here, far I'm here And I dream of the girl with the sunshine eye Sun daily, whatever she may be And then I dream along And then I make a song About everything that I've known and felt And it makes my sadness melt