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 o'erhead 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

Sundaily, 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

Sundaily, 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.