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